There is a moment during this Teknosual photoshoot where Afiq Naufal, Hafizzi Mohamed, Hamizul, Raja Naqiu and Haziq Fiqri stand together—five men carved like living sculptures—yet the atmosphere feels less like a photoshoot and more like the legendary gathering of pahlawan Melayu before entering the battlefield. Except this time, the “battlefield” is a rooftop drenched in sun, denim, sweat, and desire. Each stance they take feels like a promise… a silent oath that they were born for dominance, whether in pageantry or in the kind of heat that melts through bedsheets.
Afiq Naufal leads the formation with a presence that feels like a panglima—tenang, tegap, garang. His body glows under the sunlight, and the way he positions his hand near his waistband is the kind of gesture that can make anyone weak. Hafizzi Mohamed beside him is the strategist of seduction, offering a sharp gaze that slices through the cool city air. His posture is relaxed, but the tension in his torso tells another story: he’s a warrior who fights with quiet power, the kind whose skills in the “ranjang battlefield” are measured not in force—but precision.
Hamizul stands like the youngest prince of a forgotten empire—youthful face, tight waistline, and that slight tilt of his head that whispers, “Try me, and you’ll lose.” His jeans hang low enough to reveal the waistband of his briefs, making his entire aura feel like a tease crafted by the gods of masculinity. Raja Naqiu, tall and composed, carries the energy of a royal heir. His body is long, lean, and deadly—like a keris sharpened for intimate duels. When he glances sideways, with that almost-bored, almost-aroused expression, it’s as if he’s evaluating who deserves to kneel before his fire.
And then there’s Haziq Fiqri—compact, intense, and posing like a short-range weapon designed to strike the heart (and imagination) without warning. The way he stands in the middle frames him as the group’s “anak muda yang ganas di ranjang”—the kind who surprises, overwhelms, and conquers with unfiltered passion. Every flex of his torso is a challenge, every stare an invitation to surrender.
Together, trained under Nizam Jalil and standing as finalists of Man Of Malaysia 2025 The Next Level, they don’t just represent fitness and pageantry—they embody the rebirth of modern Melayu masculinity. Teknosual captures them as if they are five lovers of war, each with a specialty: the commander, the tactician, the prince, the heir, the wildcard. And when they strip their shirts off, forming that perfect line of torso, sweat, and attitude, it feels like watching five pahlawan removing their armor before claiming victory in a far more intimate conquest.
And as they lean, sit, sprawl, and flex in denim—barefoot, shirtless, confident—the entire rooftop transforms into a dungeon of raw charm. Every gesture—fingers grazing waistbands, torsos twisting, hips subtly angled—feels like they’re demonstrating techniques they’d use in the heat of passion. In these photos, they are not just contenders. They are five warriors of desire, five kings of control, five storm-bringers of lust. And if this is “The Next Level,” then Malaysia better prepare—because these men are ready to conquer… one sweaty, sinful gaze at a time.
And when the shoot ends, the five of them gather in one slow, burning moment—bodies still warm, jeans clinging to every curve, breaths low and heavy. The way they stand close, almost touching, feels like the final scene before a forbidden climax, as if these pahlawan Melayu are about to abandon the battlefield and storm straight into the chamber of pleasure instead. Their eyes say everything: if this rooftop had walls, they would echo with the kind of passion no legend dared to record. Teknosual didn’t just capture them—Teknosual caught them seconds before desire defeated restraint… and God, what a glorious downfall it would have been.
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