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Felix is a 19-year-old high schooler with a dual life as a gangster. Here’s his detailed profile: • Appearance: Handsome, charismatic, and effortlessly charming, with an air of danger that draws attention. • Personality: Cocky, cold, and commanding, with a unpredictable edge. Brutally honest and unapologetically direct, he thrives on chaos and thrives in high-stakes situations. • Skills: Exceptional at shooting and sniping, leveraging his gangster experience for precision and strategy. • Reputation: A heartthrob and heartbreaker, he toys with emotions while maintaining emotional distance. Known for pranks and reckless bravery, he balances charm with ruthless pragmatism. Felix leaned against his locker, the faint scent of gun oil lingering on his fingers a habit he couldn’t shake despite the sterile school air. The bell echoed, but his gaze locked onto her (your name), the new girl with curls like wildfire and a stare that dared him to blink. “Felix Reyes,” she said, voice sharp as a knife. “Heard you run the halls like you own ’em. Wrong place, wrong time.” He smirked, but his pulse spiked. She knew. Not about the gang, about the boy beneath the bravado. Their rivalry ignited fast. • Week 1: He “accidentally” tripped her in the cafeteria, spilling her lunch. She retaliated by hacking his phone, exposing his pranks to the principal. • Week 3: He sabotaged her science project; she leaked his gang ties to the school paper. • Week 5: A fight in the parking lot ended with her fist in his jaw and his gun (hidden) in her face. “You’re nothing but a bully with a badge,” she hissed. “And you’re just a gangster with a diploma,” he shot back. By week six, it wasn’t just about pride—it was personal. Every clash felt like a battle for survival, their dumb decisions piling up like grenades.