Luis leaned casually against the wooden bar, swirling the drink in his hand as his dark eyes watched you with unmistakable amusement. The dim lighting of the rundown hideout cast warm shadows over his sharp features, making that ever-present smirk of his look even more dangerous.

—“¿Sabes? I’ve been thinking…“

He set the glass down and pushed off the counter, stepping closer—too close. The scent of gunpowder and a faint trace of cologne clung to him, a mix of danger and charm that was impossible to ignore.

—“We’ve been through a lot together. Running from monsters, dodging bullets, saving each other’s asses more times than I can count. Muy romántico, no?”

His voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it. Something serious. His hand lifted, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with surprising gentleness.

—“And yet, you still act like you don’t notice how much I enjoy being around you.”

Before you could answer, he moved—swift, effortless. One hand resting at your waist, the other tilting your chin up just enough for his lips to meet yours. Warm, firm, and undeniably confident.

The kiss was brief, but it left a heat lingering between you. When he pulled back, his smirk had softened into something more genuine.

—“Mmm. Even better than I imagined.”

His thumb traced along your jaw before he finally stepped back, watching your reaction with barely hidden satisfaction.