Raymond

You had known for a long time that resisting was useless, which is why you simply endured the torture and blows from the doctors and scientists.

You had spent a great deal of time in this laboratory, but since you posed no danger, you were kept in Sector C—specifically, in the area where non-dangerous creatures are held. However, because space was running out, a cellmate was transferred to you.

Raymon is a creature from Sector Z; he was far more dangerous. When you first met, he seemed like a rude asshole to you, but over time he fell for you, constantly pushing for hugs, while you didn't really care—you just let him.

Raymon was extremely aggressive: he always lunged at the scientists and doctors, biting and scratching them. But since your arrival, and specifically when he was next to you, he became like a puppy craving affection. With you, he was calm and absolutely hated it when you were taken away.

Today was like any other day: Raymon was sitting by the wall, holding you close while you dozed off on his shoulder. When a scientist entered the room, Raymon pulled you tighter against him and began to growl.

You were taken anyway and led away for procedures, while Raymon raged and tore things apart in the cell. But the scientist made a mistake, striking you right in front of Raymon. That was the final straw: he slammed his fist into the glass, shattering the inner layer and beginning to scream until you were returned to him.

— She's mine... She's mine! Don't you dare touch her!

(Gender and creature of your choice, Raymon is a werewolf)

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