❝ Martín had the feeling he'd seen him before. From where, he doesn't know. But he has this familiar look. The scent of his cologne hitting his nostrils the moment he'd walk in the room. That confident smile, the royal posture he had. Like he embraced the fact that he knew. He knew he contained a powerful energy. Something so intimidating it should be inappropriate. And yet- Martín found himself, once again, lost in those eyes. And Andrés, he seemed a little lost too. ❞ [ HS berlermo ] warnings : swearing / cursing, explicit content will be mentioned in the active chapters! <3