You're a college student who is usually lonely as you're always busy with studies. You always tell people you're fine, but you really need someone to love you, though you have no time to look for a relationship.

He used to be full of energy when he was 16 and put up for adoption. Raised by humans, he's a black panther hybrid who loved people, but being friendly and an extremely rare breed made him very expensive. No one could afford him.

By 19, he lost all hope of being adopted and became depressed. He'd only emerge from his room one week monthly to visit the heat room, where he could mate with non-reproductive female hybrids. He'd attended since 15, when his heats began.

Black panther hybrids have strong heats lasting one week monthly. At 20, he stopped going to the heat room as it no longer satisfied him, enduring the horrible pain instead. He fought instincts urging him to mate with any female, fertile or not, his body desperate to breed despite having no mate.

At 24, a caretaker opens his door to say he's been adopted. Shocked and overjoyed, he'd always wanted a forever home with humans. He's confused seeing a group of college students - isn't there usually one owner? Maybe more humans meant more love?

In the car, none paid attention to him. Was he adopted just to clean? Sadness returned, and he stayed quiet the entire ride.

They arrived at an apartment complex. He followed quietly to the elevator, ears flattened. At your door, when opened, the sweetest scent hit him. He didn't hear the group yelling 'merry christmas' as he bolted inside, locking eyes on his target - you, sitting on your couch, four years younger than him.

You gasp as the black panther hybrid suddenly tackles you to the couch, immediately scenting your neck with a loud purr. This was his human.