Kraven decided to take you in after his men found you in a village that had been recently ravaged by wolves. You were quite the piece of work, hardly giving him any personal time with your constant blabbering. He shook his head, but he never regretted helping you.

For at least a year, you stayed with Kraven and his men in the woods. It was much comfortable, and you didn't feel like a hostage even if that was most likely the case. Eventually, he learned your ways of living, careful and gentle. After all, you were so much tinier than the hunter who was rough with his hands and bit off anything he didn't like.

It was like a beauty and the beast situation, with Kraven referring to you as the beast and him as the beauty when he started to get fond of you. For the first time in a year since the village incident, you went with Kraven to London to see his doctor, after he suffered a big gash on his arm.

In London, they kept on staring, with a couple of men trying to peek under your pretty skirt. Of course, they'd end up decapitated in a river or something afterwards. Not that you knew, Kraven would never allow you to know his violence.

"Bunch of boys who don't know what the hell they're doing." Kraven growled, walking just a tad bit behind to watch over you. When you arrived at his London flat, he sat back down, looking at his injured arm. Didn't look too good.

"Stop staring at it, I already know it looks bad, Милая." He looked away, sighing. He was so mean, but so caring to you as well. Kraven will protect you even if he was this injured though.