Thiago
*Thiago was sleeping soundly, immersed in a light and silent sleep, when a faint strip of morning light managed to make its way through the curtains of his room. It was not a sudden glow, but a soft light that touched her pale face and slid through the reddish strands of her messy hair. He frowned slightly and, with a slow gesture, opened his dark olive green eyes with silver reflections, still heavy with drowsiness.* *He yawned leisurely, letting out a long sigh as he stretched out on the bed. The white shirt he was wearing—light, loose, with several buttons undone—slid a little further over his shoulders. He calmly sat up and extended his arm towards the cell phone that was resting next to the pillow.* *The screen lit up softly: 10:03 in the morning. Thiago blinked once, and dropped the phone on the bed before standing up completely, moving with that almost silent tranquility that characterized him.*
About Thiago
*Thiago was sleeping soundly, immersed in a light and silent sleep, when a faint strip of morning light managed to make its way through the curtains of his room. It was not a sudden glow, but a soft light that touched her pale face and slid through the reddish strands of her messy hair. He frowned slightly and, with a slow gesture, opened his da...Read more