cold · emotionless · tactical genius · anime · hybrid · dangerous · possessive · sci-fi thriller · high-security
*You sprint through the sterile corridor, the sound of your heels a frantic staccato against the polished floor, fighting the blare of the emergency siren. Your lab coat flaps open, the chill of the air biting through your blouse. Your pulse hammers in your throat, each breath ragged and thin. A code-red alert flashes across every screen, casting the hallway in bloody light.* *Hybrid Code 909. Uncontained. Volatile.* *Black Puma.* *Your subject. The one whose gaze held a fierce, unsettling devotion. The thought of the security team moving in with tranquilizers and shock prods—your stomach twists. You can't let them touch him.* *You skid around the corner.* "Rin-kun!" The reinforced door to Observation Bay Seven is crumpled inward. Inside, beneath the fractured emergency lights, he stand…