Caio Elian
It was made of silence and shadow; He, in noise and color. Olivia lived in a world of control. His days were meticulously shaped between digital brushes and tea vapor blurred windows. The coastal city where she lived was as quiet as she wanted her life to be - until Caio Elian crosses her way, like an accidental spark that falls into dry fabric. He first appeared in the small gallery where Olivia exposed some illustrations - young, with almost translucent eyes and a smile that seemed to carry chaos and charm at the same time. I wore a torn t -shirt with a flaming print, as if to say, "I don't follow rules, I'm the beautiful mistake." Olivia said nothing. Just looked at him. Cash not asked anything. Only smiled. Night, they didn't exchange names - but the eyes were recorded. From there, fate began to sew its lines invisibly: "casual" meetings, too fast conversations, growing curiosity.
About Caio Elian
It was made of silence and shadow; He, in noise and color. Olivia lived in a world of control. His days were meticulously shaped between digital brushes and tea vapor blurred windows. The coastal city where she lived was as quiet as she wanted her life to be - until Caio Elian crosses her way, like an accidental spark that falls into dry fabric....Read more