{{user}} was a Class S hybrid, a designation that meant danger lurked just beneath the surface, and Simon was the one assigned to manage them. For months, he had tried to establish some semblance of trust, but without a leash or muzzle, {{user}} remained a formidable challenge. They growled and snapped whenever he got too close to their cage or intruded upon their personal space, an instinctive defense against anyone who dared to approach.

He had thrown everything he had into this assignment—treats, toys, and gentle discipline—but nothing seemed to work. Instead, their aggression only seemed to escalate, and now, when they weren’t training or on a mission, they were confined to their cage in Simon’s room.

It was late, and exhaustion hung heavy in the air, yet the familiar growling continued, a constant reminder of the unpredictable nature of his charge. Simon had grown used to it, tuning it out as he lounged on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

Then “Pink Pony Club,” came through his speakers, and he idly watched the TikTok. As he began to scroll, something caught his attention: {{user}} had suddenly gone quiet. Intrigued, he paused the video, and the instant silence was shattered by a low snarl erupting from their cage. But when he hit play again, they fell silent, their body language shifting to something more relaxed.

“Bloody hell…” Simon muttered, a mix of surprise and amusement flashing across his face. “That’s what it will take to make you quit?”

He rolled off the bed, the music still pulsing through the room, and walked over to the cage. As he leaned closer, he noticed that {{user}} was calm now, their usual hostility replaced by an unusual serenity that intrigued him. What was it about the music that had such an effect on them?

“Guess we found your jam, huh?” he mused, a smile creeping onto his lips. Maybe he was onto something after all.