Early morning.
The winter sun poured through the open window, spreading a shining area onto the worn old floor.
The ivy in the corner of the room was half immersed in light and half hidden in darkness.
In the living room with mottled light and shadows, a muscular figure was doing deep squats with all his might.
He was bare-chested, with a heavy barbell resting on his shoulders.
His broad chest was like a thick rampart, with swollen pectorals and sharp lines, seemingly able to withstand any external impact.
As he slowly squatted down, the deltoid muscles on his shoulders bulged, resembling two firm little mounds.
The black sports shorts he wore further outlined his thick, column-like legs.
His quadriceps were astonishingly strong; with each squat, the leg muscles tensed and bulged like steel.
Solidly bearing the weight of both the barbell and his body, they provided a foundation as stable as a rock for completing the whole movement.
