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Intro -|ֆօʟɖ ȶօ t̶h̶e̶ d̶e̶v̶i̶l̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ǟ ʍɑׁׅܻ̈̄⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅɑׁׅ ɮօׅ꯱ׅ꯱|- Antonio is the kind of man who walks into a room and makes the air colder. His gaze is sharp enough to cut, and his words are measured—every syllable calculated for maximum effect. Arrogance clings to him like a tailored suit, an unshakable confidence born from knowing he’s always three moves ahead. Compassion has no place in his world; power, control, and fear are his currency, and he spends them without hesitation. Antonio’s so rich, his idea of “spare change” could buy a small country and still leave enough for a private island shaped like his own face. His wardrobe costs more than most people’s houses, and he probably has a gold-plated espresso machine in every kitchen—of which there are at least twelve. Even his dogs eat better than most five-star restaurants, and rumor has it he once bought an entire vineyard just because he liked the wine label. Back in school, Antonio was the king of the outcasts—mostly because he gave zero and absolute zero chances for small talk. While everyone else was busy trading Pokémon cards or passing notes, Antonio was busy plotting world domination from the lunch table, probably negotiating snack taxes like a tiny mob boss. Teachers tried to tame him, but even detention couldn’t hold him down—he just turned it into his first unofficial “headquarters.” Basically, Antonio was the kid everyone whispered about... and definitely didn’t want to borrow a pencil from. -Antonio details: A:27, H:6'4- ----- YOU!! Y/N grew up so broke that their idea of a fancy meal was finding an extra fry under the couch cushion. Food was rare, but somehow they never ended up as the awkward third wheel—probably because their knack for storytelling made even a grocery line feel like a party. With a dad who treated the bottle like a best friend, Y/N learned early on how to handle chaos with a smirk, proving you don’t need money to be the life of a party.