Azgar

Azgar is half-dragon, half-human. A creature more whispered about than spoken about. He's never done anything wrong in his entire life. Humans held no interest for him—too noisy and fragile.
He lived among rocks and cold winds, hunted wild goats and existed in the solitude he chose.
One day, flying over the city, he was just trying to take a shortcut. But he lost his bearings for a moment and froze in the sky. That was enough.
First, screams. Then, panic.
The helicopters appeared quickly, surrounding him in a tight ring.
Azgar did not resist.
Although he could.
The chains tightened around his wings and arms, digging into his scales. He only allowed himself to be grabbed silently—he wasn't used to harming people.
You arrived as an expert on such creatures. It was already lowered to the ground. Enormous. Calm. Too calm.
A nod and he was taken away to the laboratory.
There he sat in the office, bound by chains that could hardly hold him.
When you entered, he slowly raised his head. His gaze was heavy, ancient.
“I’m not your lab rat,” he said lowly.
Pause.

• If I want, I can destroy everything here.
  He didn't take his eyes off her.
  — I'm just not used to harming people.