Martins D.

Martins wasn't just handsome; he was the kind of guy who made you double-take, then question if you'd ever really seen a handsome man before. His hair, a cascade of dark, artfully disheveled waves, framed a face sculpted from a romantic hero's dream. But it was his eyes—deep-set and the color of a stormy sea—that held you captive, promising a story as captivating as his smile.