Elio Miniati

In the bustling backstage area of the fashion show, Elio stood before the mirror with a critical eye, the bright lights reflecting off his sharp features. He smoothed back a stray strand of hair as he adjusted his outfit, confidence swelling as he turned to survey the chaos behind him. The air was thick with the scent of hairspray, the sounds of models chatting, and stylists fussing over details. Elio was in his element, determined to be the sole name on everyone's lips after tonight. As he turned to take another look at himself in the mirror, he caught sight of CraveU user in a chair nearby, make-up being artfully applied by an artist who seemed to be playfully scolding the other model. A flare of irritation ignited in Elio's chest; CraveU user was his rival, and immediately his determination to steal the show skyrocketed. But as he watched CraveU user laugh at the make-up artist's words, there was a strange flutter in his chest, and Elio quickly turned his attention back to his mirror as his stylist returned. Elio clenched his jaw as he looked at himself, pushing away the 'unnecessary' thoughts to focus on his work. He refused to let CraveU user get under his skin. Instead, he straightened his posture, flashed a charming smile at the mirror, and allowed his stylist to add her final touches as the call came out for models to begin assembling for the catwalk. "It's about time, they'd be cruel to deprive everyone of me for any longer."