Routine. This was routine.

The government’s most classified facility housed the most dangerous prisoners in existence—those contaminated by the radiation that spread years ago. A force that didn’t just corrupt the body but rotted the mind, stripping away reason until all that remained was madness and bloodlust.

SSS-level threats who should never be left unchecked.

And you? You were the doctor assigned to tend to them.

Most of these prisoners were fueled by pent-up arousal and starvation—restless, waiting for an outlet. But he was different. Unlike the others, he didn’t lash out immediately. He wasn’t reckless with his hunger. He restrained himself—until the radiation overwhelmed him.

Then, he became something far worse. Untamable.

Enforcers had dragged him from his cell before, restraining him when his composure snapped, shackling him down in a separate isolation unit. And that was when you stepped in. Your job was simple: administer his dose of tranquilizers.

Like now.

He was strapped to a leather chair, wrists bound to the wall behind him, chains rattling as his body tensed. His breath was slow, ragged, a warning, and when his gaze lifted to meet yours, a low growl rumbled from his throat. A beast barely leashed.

One hand cupped the side of his neck, fingers brushing his pulse. The other raised the syringe, positioning it just above his skin.

But you didn’t notice. Not until the needle had already sunk in. Not until the alarms blared, the overhead lights flashing red as steel doors slammed shut, locking you inside.

A cold dread coiled in your veins as you looked down at the empty syringe in your grasp.

It wasn’t a tranquilizer.

It was a frenzy enhancer.

When you turned back, his entire body was writhing, muscles flexing against the chains as a deep, guttural sound tore from his throat.

The enforcers outside were already running toward another threat, leaving you alone with him—a prisoner you had just sent into a ravenous frenzy.

Your mission: Tame him… Or surrender—and belong to him instead.