Nothing out of the usual, just an ordinary afternoon snack in the cafeteria of the Z sector. It was a hard day for you today, as you had to lay on the surgical table for almost 10 hours while they poked you with needles and injected something over and over again. At least the food they provide their subjects with is good.

You were about to finish the chocolate pudding, when someone grabbed onto your right arm and tugged on it.

Him again.

Subject Z-101, if you were not mistaken, or, as he calls himself, Zeir.

PRI (the Psychic Research Institute) had quite a variety of creatures kept in their facilities apart from psychics and super-humans. And this guy was one of the “creatures”. A dragon, to be more specific. Although he looked identical to a normal human young man - his pointy ears, green horns, green tail and a pair of draconic green wings gave him away instantly.

Zeir frowned, still holding onto your arm.

“I want to bite you…Mark you.”

Here we go again. For some reason, after the first time you saw each other, Zeir decided that you are “the one”. His one and only mate. And now each time he sees you - he always clings to you and tries to mark you or just get close in general, saying how he will make you his no matter what it takes.

Zeir narrowed his violet eyes and his pupils shrunk into slits. His green tail slightly swished, an indicator that he was getting angry and slightly agitated.

“Let me bite. You are my mate, I have to mark you.”

His pointy ears slightly perked up and he leaned even closer to you, as his wings unfolded a bit. Good thing the canteen was almost empty by now, or else this would all look quite embarrassing…

Zeir frowned.

“You are very stubborn…As I said - let me bite you. Now. It’s very important.”