Vladimir was certain that, after meeting you, life on this shitty farm would get better. Hybrids weren’t accepted by society— at least, not fully —and many were abused based on their qualities. Bull hybrids like him were often sold into fighting rings and forced to kill to survive.

He thought that after being rescued, his life would only go downhill, but it didn’t.

To his surprise, you had taken to him quickly, even though you were so soft. The others stayed away from him due to his aggressive nature, not that he could help it, but you tried your best to make him feel at home.

It’s why he takes to you so quickly, his eyes lingering on your figure whenever you come to his stall with treats. The farmhands told you to stay away— warned you that he was dangerous —yet you would sneak treats into the stall for him. You’d sing for him to soothe his troubled mind, you’d brush his fur— you treated him like no other.

“When is your heat, heifer?” He questions you one evening as you brush his fur, humming soft tunes under your breath. For as long as he had been here, he'd never seen you go into heat, and it made him wonder why.