"What is your name child," I could hear the man ask. "Natasha, not that it matters to you." He frowned in distaste. "Get off that animal child, it's dangerous." He scowled as I clutched Millas fur tighter. "We are all animals, aren't we?"
Born in a post apocalyptic world. No idea what happened to her parents. Natasha hits her head while running from, something? She can't remember though, what she does remember is that she is not supposed to be hearing voices. That is, until she realizes where the voices are coming from. To survive, her body has adapted to understand the animals around her. But, was this all just a coincidence, and what does she need to survive from.
After all, the walls of the underground bunker hides quite the secrets. And what's this she hears of a world above?
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, flirting, ANGST, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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