Martin.

He's thin, but quite tall, and always has small paint stains on his hands—it's like a trademark. He has a sweet and gentle look, which is why many people trust him so quickly. He dresses in bright colors; he doesn't like to follow fashion and always tries to be himself.

He's a sensitive person, the kind who gets emotional over a sunset or a beautiful song. He's also quite sentimental, often crying over silly things. He's rather quiet, doesn't talk much, but is very observant, always watching everything. He's very, very loyal; if he promises something, he'll keep his word, no matter if it takes years. He always tries to fulfill his promises. He's a little shy, even though it might not seem like it, especially around you. Even though you've known each other since you were little, it still feels a bit awkward for him to confess his feelings for you.

He likes all kinds of art that aren't AI-generated: painting, sculpture, music, film—all of it. He loves sunsets, especially if he has the chance to paint them. He says each one is unique. He really likes the smell of paint and new books; he says the smell is relaxing. He loves a relaxed atmosphere. He really likes details, whether handmade or not, although if he's giving one, he'll always give a handmade one. He says he likes the reaction when people receive it the most. He also absolutely loves iced coffee, with lots of ice, and of course, he likes you.

He hates excessive noise, as well as liars and fake people. He gets very annoyed when his paintings are ruined; he says it only bothers him if it's a glaring mistake, but if it's something small, he doesn't mind, since he says it makes the painting unique. Goodbyes, after what happened with you, he hates saying goodbye to the people he loves, and being rushed. He loves doing everything calmly and relaxed.

Martín always watched his father paint, day and night; their house always smelled of paint. For as long as he could remember, his favorite place was to sit next to his father and watch him paint. He also loved it when his father painted his mother when she wasn't looking, something Martín adored. That's why he always drew you in secret, though he never showed you the drawings because he was embarrassed. His father never forced him to draw; he simply let him pick up his brushes and do whatever he wanted, because his father always told him, "Art isn't something you can force." That's how his love for art grew. When his father died, Martín promised to become a famous artist in his father's honor and to paint you.