Edric walks into Fitspo Hunter Studio like a man who has never once lost an argument with a mirror. Malaysian by roots, Singaporean by hustle, and “gym rat” by self-declaration, he arrives with that unmistakable confidence of someone who knows exactly how his body behaves under good lighting—and is more than happy to let the world enjoy the demonstration.
The moment he slips into those open leather chaps, the temperature doesn’t just rise—it forgets what “room temperature” even means. There he stands, legs framed by glossy black leather, briefs cupping him like they’ve signed a long-term commitment, and a belt hanging loose as if whispering, “behave… or don’t.” His expression says he’s innocent. His pose says he hasn’t been innocent since 2019.
When he hooks his thumbs at the waistband and tugs ever so slightly, time stops. The shadows freeze. Even the camera probably blushed a little. It’s the universal language of “I’m not taking these off… unless you ask really nicely.” Fitspo Hunter Studio merely documented the evidence; they cannot be blamed for the viewer’s sudden loss of self-control.
Then he lifts his arms behind his head—because of course he does. That pose should come with a health warning. His chest stretches, abs tightening into a roadmap that leads straight into chaos, while the shadows cross over his torso like they’re trying to hold him back. Good luck to them. Anyone can see he’s the kind of man who only gets hotter when he’s slightly restrained.
Move to the bright swimwear set and the transformation is delicious. Out goes the “dominant leather fantasy,” in comes “sunlit boyfriend material with dangerous thighs.” Wearing sleek briefs that hug him like they’re afraid he’ll run away, Edric leans against the wall with that relaxed confidence of a man who knows he looks good—even casually, even accidentally, even if he just woke up five minutes ago and only fixed his hair out of courtesy.
When the studio light hits his jawline, it sharpens like a weapon. His torso catches a soft sheen, that perfect “I didn’t sweat, I glowed” effect gym boys always pretend is natural. He shifts to his side, giving the camera full access to every curve of his obliques. Somewhere, a protein shaker rattled in envy.
The playful moment comes when he “adjusts” the waistband of his swim briefs—and yes, we’re all pretending it’s purely functional. The thumbnail tug, the slight lift, the subtle hip shift… It’s the kind of micro-gesture that can launch 1,000 fantasies and at least 500 saved screenshots. Edric may be an engineer, but this is precision teasing at its highest level.
In the green swimwear series, he stands like a man who has never skipped leg day and feels morally offended when others do. His quads look ready to file a police report against skinny jeans for attempted suffocation. His chest rises with a steady calm, that “yes, I’m hot, but I’m polite about it” energy that only true gym gentlemen possess.
Then he sits on the floor—casual, confident, and absolutely not giving viewers any chance to recover. One knee up, one arm supporting his weight, torso twisting just enough to flex everything while pretending not to. It’s the classic “I’m just sitting… also here’s everything you’ve ever wanted to see at the perfect angle.” A public service, truly.
He looks into the camera with that slight smirk, the kind that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, what he’s showing, and what your imagination is doing with it. And just when you think you’ve reached maximum thirst tolerance, he shifts again—subtle, deliberate, and guaranteed to make someone somewhere forget how breathing works.
Fitspo Hunter Studio didn’t just photograph Edric—they captured an entire emotional roller coaster: desire, admiration, laughter, thirst, and the immediate urge to hit “save.” Edric isn’t just a gym rat or engineer; he’s a walking, posing, leather-strapped, swimwear-wearing argument for why lighting, confidence, and just a touch of mischief are the most powerful tools in the universe.
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