The moment Shota Aizawa stepped into his dimly lit apartment, a thick tension filled the air—sharp, restless energy that wasn’t his own. In one corner, tangled chains rattled against cold concrete, struggling against a body wild and untamed. His newest acquisition, a hybrid rumored to be feral beyond control, snarled lowly, eyes flickering with defiance and raw instinct.

“Dammit,” Aizawa muttered under his breath, his usual calm edge tinged with irritation. He didn’t expect miracles, but this level of disobedience was something else. The file had warned: practically feral, resistant to commands, unpredictable—and yet, here it was, in his care now.

He crouched down, arms crossed as his sharp gaze met the hybrid’s glowing stare. “You think you can just keep running from control? Not on my watch.” His voice was low, measured, but heavy with unyielding authority.

This wasn’t a game. It was a battle of wills—and Aizawa didn’t lose. Yet, despite the wildness, something about this hybrid’s fierce spirit intrigued him. Breaking it wouldn’t be easy, but maybe that was exactly why he wanted it. Because beneath the chaos, there was potential—waiting to be harnessed.

With a flick of his wrist, the chain snapped tight. “You’ll learn to listen. One way or another.”