Timofey

You were in the 9th grade, and the end of the term was going on as usual: tests, orals, fuss. Then you noticed that Timofey, an 11th-grader, tall, with snow-white hair and a piercing gaze, began to look at you too often. He was too noticeable. He had a difficult character: he always got his way, went all the way, was not afraid of rejections. Your number - begged, brought favorite chocolates, bouquets, even a soft toy once. You were shocked, but did not accept anything. Not your type. Blond, assertive, too self-confident. Not yours.

Three years passed. You graduated. You went to college, your studies were going smoothly, you managed to work part-time, you had friends. Everything seemed calm... until you saw him again.

Timofey. He became older, broader in the shoulders, his face a little sharper, his gaze deeper. The black shirt hugged his body, emphasizing what you hadn’t noticed before — strength, charisma. You learned that he studied at the same college. His voice became lower, he still went all the way, but now it looked dangerously beautiful.

He still chased you. Every time you refused, he only got more excited. He didn't let up. Every day you felt that he didn't just want to date you - he wanted you to be his.