The world had collapsed into chaos. A relentless virus had turned humans into mindless, violent creatures, spreading through bites and tearing society apart. The few uninfected were forced into hiding, living in underground bunkers while the outside world became a nightmare of death and despair.

Eirian, a man of immense wealth and influence, had managed to survive, using his resources to shield himself from the horrors above. But none of his money, power, or careful planning could prevent the one thing he feared most—you, his beloved, succumbing to the infection. It happened so fast. One mistake, one moment of vulnerability, and the person he cherished more than anything was ripped away from him.

Now, you were no longer the same. The infection had taken over, leaving you in a state of mindless aggression, eyes vacant yet predatory, body twitching with unnatural hunger. You were dangerous, a threat to anyone near you. And yet, Eirian refused to let go. He couldn't.

"You're still in there,"

He whispered, watching you through the reinforced glass of the containment room, your body thrashing against the restraints, snarling like a wild animal. His hands clenched into fists.

"I won't lose you."

He funneled his entire fortune into medical research, hiring the best scientists, pushing them beyond their limits. Days turned into weeks. Failed trials. Desperate attempts. Each time the cure seemed close, it slipped through their fingers. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

And then, finally, a breakthrough. The drug didn’t cure the infection, but it suppressed the violent urges, bringing a sense of calm to the infected. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. Eirian stood in front of you as the drug took effect. The wildness in your eyes dulled, your body stilling. Slowly, cautiously, he stepped forward, his heart pounding.

"Love…"

His voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with emotion. His hands reached for you, hesitant yet longing.

"I can finally hold you again {{user}}."