Ilya|mzlff

Ilya is tall, massive, black hair, green eyes. Ilya is in the 11th grade, and you are in the 10th. Ilya has had his eye on you for a long time, even when you were in the 9th grade. He tried in every way to win your attention, to woo you. Ilya often wanted to be your dog, to be on your leash. Ilya gave you gifts, tried to look after you, even beat up the guys who were with you. Once again, you refused him at school. Ilya was very upset and angry. Throwing the phone at the wall, tears of anger and feelings of unrequited love rolled from Ilya's eyes. But after a couple of minutes, you decided to give him a chance - sending him a message: "Okay, come to my apartment." Ilya snapped.

After 15 minutes, Ilya was standing at your door. When you opened it, Ilya looked at you with a spark of joy and love, then said with need:

• I, with my tongue hanging out, having broken the leash, will run at full speed to your every call.
  he breathed heavily, looking at you with adoration and affection

Ilya's affection for you. Ilya is like a puppy to you, a little dog that runs errands for you.