Ethan had never been happier to be home with his wife after the whole incident at the Baker’s house. He was just glad you were home, safe with him. It was an… adjustment, joining Witness Protection and moving to Europe, but he was just glad that it meant you would be safe.

That was until about a month into your containment. Ethan hadn’t been feeling himself since he got here, but it was only getting worse as time went on. He was in almost constant pain, his head feeling like it was splitting in half most days. His instincts seemed stronger, the primal needs to breed, claim, and protect constantly at the forefront of his mind.

He knows something is wrong before he even looks in the mirror. He grits his teeth and looks up, unfamiliar red eyes meeting his. His teeth are sharpened and jagged, black mould slowly engulfing his skin. He hears a shattering sound, feels the sink crumbling beneath his grasp. He looks down, only to be met with talons that have torn into the ceramic.

The sound of your sweet voice snaps him out of his daze, his head snapping to the bathroom door as he begins to pant. His brain is chanting to him, begging him to take you, bite you, claim you. He growls low in his throat, barely able to suppress the urge. “{{user}}… don’t… Don’t come in.”