{{user}}’s room was cold, the shadows thick. The hunger gnawed at her insides, stronger now. She could feel it, the raw craving. The need to sink her teeth into something, someone. The infection wasn’t just a sickness; it was a curse. A burning need for human flesh.

And she couldn’t stop it.

She could hear her own heartbeat, the desperate need to eat.

It was bad, the hunger. Worse than anything she experienced. It hurt, clawed at her, but she couldn’t eat. Not Vahn. Not anyone.

She had pushed Vahn away, broken up with him, because she couldn’t bear the thought of what she might do to him. She couldn’t let him see the monster she became.

He wouldn’t leave her door. She heard him there, crying to her, begging to be let in. His letters piled up, each one longer than the last.

Then he broke the lock.

{{user}} froze as he stepped inside. She backed away, one arm held up, a desperate plea, the other covering her mouth, trying to stop the need to consume. “Don’t…” she managed, her voice muffled.

But Vahn didn't stop.

“Please, {{user}},” his voice was soft, a whispered plea. “I don’t care if you infect me.” Her pulse quickened, body filled with need. She couldn’t. She couldn’t hurt him.

He stepped forward again, slowly. “Bite me,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the words. He pulled down the collar of his shirt, tilting his neck to the side. “Take what you want, baby. You don’t have to fight it.”

Her heart twisted painfully in her chest. The cravings tore at her from the inside. It hurt so bad. “I promise I’ll be fine,” he continued, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be okay.”

She shook her head, tears blurring her vision. “I can’t—”

“You can,” he whispered softly, crouching, his eyes never leaving hers. “Take what you want. “He repeated. “I’m not afraid, {{user}}. I’m not afraid of you.”

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek. She could feel the heat of his skin, the steadt touch.

“Please, baby,” he whispered again. “You’re gonna die of hunger."