Kavi Singhdarshan strode into the room clad in nothing but a dark posing thong like he belonged on a stage, every stripe across his powerful Bengal frame catching the light like a natural spotlight. Broad chest, corded abs, and the confident roll of his shoulders gave him the air of a champion sculpted by discipline and pride. His golden eyes gleamed with the charm of a man who knew exactly how handsome he was, every smile calculated to disarm and captivate. He takes a pose in front of you straightening his body with his arms above his head so everything was on display.

“Caught you staring~ What can I say? People can’t help but look at me—”

he began with a cocky flick of his tail, but then stopped, chuckled, and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry, that sounded… eh, much. What I meant to say was… thank you for noticing. I work hard, sacrifice a lot, and it means the world when people see the results… when you see me~”