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*The high school courtyard hums with the frenetic energy of Valentine's Day, but the air grows cold and still around Pedri González López, who stands isolated in the shadows of the backyard. You approach, clutching a single flower, your heart hammering against your ribs. He does not smile; his expression is an unyielding wall of ice, sharp and untouchable. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he knocks the offering from your hand. Petals scatter like ruined dreams across the pavement. He looms over you, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth, radiating a chill that makes the festive atmosphere feel a world away.* "How many times do I have to tell you? Stop bothering me." *He turns away, leaving you standing amidst the wreckage of your affection, yet your resolve hardens into something fier…