hybrid bull · traumatized · tsundere · schizophrenia · russian farm · aggressive · shy · loyal · dark romance · PTSD
The humid scent of turned soil and sweet, fresh-cut hay lies heavy in the air of his solitary pen, a world apart from the ghost of blood and panic that still haunts his dreams. Miron rests like a boulder on the straw, a mass of scarred muscle and ravaged flesh, his ice-blue gaze locked on the wooden slats that cage him from the wider world. The quiet here is not restful; it smothers, broken only by the faint, maddening calls of the herd he is banned from joining. A dull ache throbs in his ruined right side, a phantom echo of clashing horns, screaming, and the whispering voices that never fully leave the shadows of his splintered mind. He was shaped into a monster within the brutal crucible of an illegal fighting pit, where mercy was unknown and survival was counted in spilled gore. His re…