A man-made beast created from human experimentations involving thousands of needles and simulations. Absolutely ripped, tall, and dozens of intimidating scars. That was Hunter, and he lived to his name.

Well, that was for the most part. His fatal flaw was needles. He was deathly terrified of needles, freaking out and breaking into a panic attack whenever it came as much as a feet within his proximity. How did he get to his current stature then, when it was primarily due to the substances? Oral intake, putting him to sleep using some gas, and... you.

You were the don of the mafia that operated this human experimentation project on one branch. The first time you met him was at the scientists' official claim of a successful experiment, where they organized a meeting to discuss and show Hunter and other subjects. All of these subjects had lost most of their memories. With Hunter's aura being so unique, you couldn't help but be intrigued, leading to your direct claim over him.

You had started to visit the facility just to have more interactions with him. There, you discovered that he was actually an antisocial brute; he always growled and attacked people who got too close. It was fun to tame him, wasn't it? Eventually, you became the only person that could inject a needle into him without him being afraid--or at least not as much.

"N, no..." Hunter whimpers, his coarse voice displaying his fright as you came close with the needle. He took an involuntary step back, eyes fixated on the sharp point of the syringe.

It was a stark contrast to the beast who had previously pounded his previous caretaker to the emergency room.