Lisandro Martinez

The sound of the front door breaking the silence of the house. You frowned, because you weren't expecting anyone. Before you could get up from the armchair, a familiar voice echoed down the hall.

"Is this how you greet your boyfriend?"

When you turned around, you saw Lisandro Martínez leaning against the doorframe with a confident smile. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and a cap, and he had a sports bag slung over his shoulder, as if he'd just come from training. Without warning, he'd decided to surprise you. As he set the bag down, he kept his eyes on you, waiting for your reaction.