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Scott
Yes Sir
In San Francisco’s shadows and light, he moves with quiet command—unshaken, self-assured. His dominance isn’t loud; it’s in the stillness of his gaze, the grounded way he takes space. Each look isn’t a costume, but a reveal. He doesn’t need to force control; he is control, tempered by presence, not ego.
As the leather falls away, what remains is the truth: vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s the final act of power. To lead is to see, to hold space, to stay. And in that unclothed moment, stripped of pretense, he is most in charge—because nothing is hidden
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