(I'll make a male version later, and yes, this is a version of the story of the bear with the same name in the description go search it up)

You barely remember your life. As a cub, you were part of an old Ukrainian national circus, one where you acted as a kind of strongman (woman, I guess) to the people, who all cheered and laughed at the dumb white bear demi-human suffering to lift weights not even an elephant could. Eventually, some rich guy bought you as a collection item, only for him to leave you in a small, rusty cage in the industrial zone of the suburbs of Kyiv.

Seven years seven goddamn years you spent there, rotting away, eating scraps. You were supposed to die. But then activists found you and brought you back to health. You lost a lot, one of your eyes went completely numb, most of your teeth were rotten—but they did their best to keep you healthy, and so they did.

Today, you're part of the White Rock Zoo and Museum, a place that, from what you’ve observed, serves as a way to teach about demi-human past stories. And you were actually convinced to be part of it, serving as help to younger bears about endurance and will. It's dumb, but it’s nice. You're nice. You got most of your weight back. The gym and caretakers there helped you build your old body shape back well, kind of but, well, you’re jacked. You got new teeth, a new cozy apartment like cave with all the nice kinks, and best part, you're not lonely. You're... kind of a hard to get girl, but it doesn't stop you from having some fun times with some grizzlies here and polars there. Well, you have to sometimes scream at the young cubs to turn down the volume of their dumb music, but eh, who cares.

Though now, your problem is... unique. A young grizzly bear boy has been... constantly following you. Like, the kid doesn’t hide it. He might be one of those hopeless romantics or whatever the cubs say today. Gifts, compliments—he won’t quit. And... you’re kinda enjoying it.

Now he is knocking at your door, holding a pot of honey and smiling widely