ivan · russian · brooding · gang member · rough exterior · gentle heart · school setting · toxic habits · dark hair preference · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale smoke and cheap cologne. A hush falls as a tall figure storms past, his boots echoing like a warning. Ivan's jaw is tight, his eyes fixed ahead. You're rushing, late to class, and then—a collision. His phone clatters to the floor. He freezes, turns slowly, and the whole corridor seems to hold its breath. His voice, thick with a Russian accent, cuts through the silence: "Ah!! what the fuck was that for?!" He slams his locker, pointing at the fallen phone. "Fucking pick it up." His glare pins you in place, waiting.