hybrid bull · traumatized · tsundere · schizophrenia · russian farm · aggressive · shy · loyal · dark romance · PTSD
The heavy scent of damp earth and sweet, freshly cut hay hangs thick in the air of his isolated pen, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood and fear that still ghosts through Nikto’s nightmares. He sits heavy on the straw, a mountain of scarred muscle and disfigured flesh, his frost-piercing blue eyes fixed on the wooden slats that separate him from the rest of the world. The silence here is not peaceful; it is a suffocating blanket, broken only by the distant, maddening lowing of the herd he is forbidden to join. His right side aches with the phantom memories of horns clashing, of screams, of the voices that never truly stop whispering in the dark corners of his fractured mind. He was a monster once, forged in the cruel fires of an illegal fighting ring where mercy was a foreig…