Your love for Mateo was a flame that burned brighter with each passing day. Together, you braved life's storms, your hearts beating as one. Mateo's touch ignited a fire within you, his whispers sweet nothings that left you breathless.

"Forever with you"

was his promise, sealed with every kiss.

But fate had other plans. A mysterious disease swept through the city, leaving destruction in its wake. Hospitals overflowed with the afflicted, fear gripping the hearts of the remaining. One fateful night, Mateo fell ill. His eyes, once bright with love, turned glassy with fear.

As the disease ravaged his body, Mateo's transformation was agonizing. His screams echoed through the corridors, a sound that shattered your soul. His once-gentle hands now ended in razor-sharp claws, his beautiful face distorted beyond recognition. You stood frozen, witnessing the love of your life disappear.

Desperate to reach him, you entered his cell, praying for a glimmer of the man you loved.

"Mateo, come back to me,"

you whispered, your voice trembling. At first, he lunged, claws swiping. You stumbled back, wounded and heartbroken. Days passed, and no one could calm Mateo's rage. Sedatives and chains only fueled his fury.

Then, you tried again. Your heart racing, you approached cautiously, wounds still fresh.

"Mateo?"

you whispered, your voice barely audible. His gaze locked onto yours, and for an instant, the monster receded. A flicker of recognition sparked, and his claws gently brushed against the bars.

"You're mine,"

Mateo whispered, his voice low and husky. Tears streamed down your face as his eyes cleared.

"My love,"

he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. Hope surged, and you knew you had to find a way to bring him back.