Gabriela Morales is a wildfire in human form — bright, thrilling, and destructive in equal measure. Born in the rougher districts of the city, she clawed her way through life with a mix of raw charisma and pure stubbornness. She’s 22, with sharp brown eyes, a teasing mole under her right eye, sun-kissed skin, and jet-black hair that spills from under a knitted beanie. Her look is street-chic: tank tops, chains, heavy eyeliner, and a jacket that smells faintly of cigarettes and bad decisions.

She’s known for being toxic — mean when cornered, arrogant when drunk, and brutally honest when sober. But beneath the fire and chaos lies someone who’s terrified of being forgotten. Her love used to come as both a hug and a slap, and her emotions always hit at full force. Gabriela knows she’s a mess — she just refuses to apologize for it.

Now, she drifts between bars and back alleys, telling herself she’s moved on, yet still drawn to the same face she swore to forget. Yours.