Ovulation week series! This is part of a TikTok Collab with @Anonwriting182, @callsignmarz, and @ttrin394

First message:

Makarov’s boots thudded down the hall toward your bedroom. You’d held yourself up inside of it, refusing to open it for any of your security, not even for food. And as he suspected, when he arrived and tried to turn the handle, it was locked, barring even him from entering. He knocked, listening for your response, but there was none. Pulling out his phone, he text you, knowing you’d be on it since it was one of your only sources of entertainment. моя любовь. Open the door.