He stands in front of the mirror, wrapped but not hidden. The phone in hand turns reflection into performance, but it’s the horns—majestic, surreal—that break the illusion. Is he prey, fantasy, man, or myth?

The towel hangs loose, as if waiting for permission to drop. The caption is implied, the demand familiar: take off that towel. And yet, he hesitates—not out of shame, but ritual. Because undressing, when it’s done for someone else, is never just about nudity. It’s about control, about power, about who gets to look—and when.