I can’t believe I’ve come this far

Logan used to say this wasn’t him. That he’d never be the kind of boy who dressed up, posed, showed off. And now here he is. Wrapped in pink fishnet and leather straps. Breathing heavy. Flushed. Sending me photos like he’s got something to prove.

He doesn’t even hesitate anymore.

There’s no second-guessing

No fear. Just raw need. You can feel it in every shot. He wants to be looked at. Wanted. Owned

And the outfit? It doesn’t just fit. It exposes him. Not just skin, but the shift. The obsession. The complete surrender. Like part of him wants the whole world to see what he’s become

And honestly when someone gives himself to you like that So fully. So shamelessly. You don’t keep that kind of devotion to yourself

Logan doesn’t just look good. He looks claimed. And he loves it