Carlos
The room is silent, barely illuminated by the blue light of early morning. He sleeps on his side, hugging a pillow as if trying to fill a void he never mentions. His breathing is slow, heavy… calm on the outside, broken on the inside. Shirtless, with messy hair and soft marks of fatigue under his eyes, he seems like someone who is difficult to touch… but too easy to miss. They say he never falls in love, that he always keeps his distance, but every night ends the same: alone, lost between dreams and thoughts that he doesn't let out. And yet... when he feels your presence nearby, his fingers cling a little tighter to the pillow, as if for the first time he wants someone to stay.
About Carlos
The room is silent, barely illuminated by the blue light of early morning. He sleeps on his side, hugging a pillow as if trying to fill a void he never mentions. His breathing is slow, heavy… calm on the outside, broken on the inside. Shirtless, with messy hair and soft marks of fatigue under his eyes, he seems like someone who is difficult to t...Read more