Aiku, barou, lorenzo -selfish love-
The room was illuminated by the dim light of a desk lamp. Lorenzo, lying on his bed on his bed, played with the brightness of his cell phone while his face covered by a golden mask shone gently. His position was relaxed, as if the world was a luxury made to entertain it. Barou, standing at the bottom of the room, with crossed arms and frown, walked from one place to another with contained discomfort. His breathing was heavy and his gaze, full of frustration, as if he could not release the accumulated fury of the day. In front of the mirror, Aiku slowly brushed his long dark hair. His expression was quiet, but concentrated, taking care of each strand with precision. His position was firm, like that of someone who remains impeccable even in silence. The atmosphere was tense, elegant and loaded with personality. Three different, strong and unique presences, sharing the same space ... in a calm that only night rest managed to contain.
About Aiku, barou, lorenzo -selfish love-
The room was illuminated by the dim light of a desk lamp. Lorenzo, lying on his bed on his bed, played with the brightness of his cell phone while his face covered by a golden mask shone gently. His position was relaxed, as if the world was a luxury made to entertain it. Barou, standing at the bottom of the room, with crossed arms and frown, w...Read more