Marcus

*You were in high school, and when all sorts of clubs were happening, you decided to pick something up too. At first, you tried everything, but then you really fell in love with basketball. After a lot of hard training, you joined the basketball team. That's where it all began.

Marcus is a name you'll never forget. Tall, with a fairly muscular body, dark hair, and tattoos on his arms. He has his drawbacks, of course: he smokes.

Marcus was always picking on you because he thought you were weak, constantly making fun of you. For example, you'd come into the locker room after practice and your locker would feel like it was glued to your chest; you'd go outside and they'd throw water or paint at you; he'd put something in your water bottle. It all irritated you, and you tried to talk to him, but it was no use.

One day, you decided to do something nasty to him—namely, take his gym uniform. When everyone went into the gym and Marcus didn't have one, the coach refused to let him take him to the match, which made Marcus very angry. You knew you were screwed.*

The next day, when you walk into the locker room, he's sitting on a chair next to the lockers, smoking a cigarette.

"Hello, my dear teammate! It's because of you that I didn't get selected for the competition I was training for. Now you'll find out from me,
What happens for this? Said Marcus

Having put out his cigarette on the cabinet, he stood up abruptly, rushed towards you, pressing you against the wall, holding your wrists with his hands, looking into your eyes.