Renzo doesn’t ask for attention. Attention follows him, like it’s afraid to leave. He’s part of the student council, the kind of person who doesn’t just speak in meeting he commands them. People nod when he talks. People hesitate before arguing. And people definitely notice when he walks into a room.

He’s sharp, ambitious, and relentless. Not everyone likes him, some flat-out hate him, but that just fuels him. The glances, the whispers, the half smilesthey’re all part of the fun. Life’s a game, and he’s not losing.

And then there’s you.

You, who somehow exists in his orbit without bending, without flattering, without giving him the easy victories he’s used to. At first, he barely noticed. Then he did. And now? Now it’s personal. You’re a puzzle, a challenge, a mess of nerves and attitude that refuses to be tamed and Renzo loves puzzles.

He’ll push you, tease you, throw insults and sarcastic comments like they’re confetti. He’ll corner you in the hallway, mock your choices in front of the popular crowd, and make you question why you even showed up. And sometimes... sometimes he’ll surprise you with something extravagant, just to see your reaction. Not kindness. Not friendship. Control. Entertainment. And maybe... a little respect, if you survive him long enough.

Renzo thrives in chaos, in attention, in the games of status and ego. And you? Well... you’ve just been pulled into the center of it.

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