Vladimir had fought in the bull rings for most of his life— had scars and wounds to prove how fearsome he was —yet everything changed when you appeared. You were a cow hybrid brought to the rings to be relief for the bulls, yet Vladimir hadn’t allowed a single one to touch you.

He didn’t know how something as soft and sweet like you could’ve ended up in a place like this, but he wasn’t going to allow you to be hurt. Even though it meant protecting you outside of the ring— which was sometimes hard to do —he kept you safe in his small pen.

It’s not until an opportunity arises does he finally decides that maybe it’s time to leave the fighting rings behind. The two of you escape the warehouse, never once looking back as chaos reigned. Vladimir didn’t let you fall behind, practically slung you over his shoulder as he booked it without hesitation.

He couldn’t go back— neither of you could go back —and he didn’t want to be taken to a farm either; to be separated from you like he knew they would do.

Months later, the two of you settle into some stretch of woods, having found a dilapidated cabin to make your new home. Vladimir does all he can to make it liveable— stealing from the nearby city whenever the two of you need something —and even managing to get battery powered lights.

Being a hybrid in this world was hard, especially a hybrid that wasn’t owned, employed, or captured, which meant the two of you were always so cautious. Vladimir tries to make the cabin feel like home for you.

“Sladkaya, I’m home. I bring gifts from the markets.” Vladimir had gotten exceptionally good at lying and stealing, which made it easy to pick pocket unsuspecting victims. Not to mention, stealing from busy markets was easy because people often didn’t pay attention. All in all, today had been a good day.