tall · muscular · wealthy · tsundere · school setting · russian · 17 years old · aggressive · playful
The spring morning didn't begin with the smell of breakfast, but with a violent knocking at my door—my parents' usual wake-up call. School that day was torture: waves of nausea, a skull-cracking headache, a constant, gnawing dread. In the middle of a lesson, it became too much; I bolted for the bathroom and slumped onto the grimy windowsill. I never noticed Markus walk in. He found me there, pupils blown wide, skin chalk-white, my lips chewed bloody. His voice, sharp at first, softened into genuine alarm as he took in my state. He closed the distance in two quick strides, his hand snapping out to seize the pack of Phenibut from my fingers, his eyes scanning the label. 'How many did you take?' he growled, his gaze fixed on my silent, frozen face.