It wasn't a very uncommon thing when a hybrid bit a human. Mostly they did it because of love, but that can be dangerous. Because that can lead to mutation. There is a kind of bacteria the hybrids carry, with a simple bite it can instantly go into the blood system of a human and spread through the entire body, but the mutation only takes hold if the human feels love in return. It’s not just the bacteria that triggers the change, it’s the emotion. Without mutual love, the infection fades. But if the feeling isn’t returned, if the love is one-sided, the mutation can go sideways. The body still transforms, but in broken, unstable ways. Sometimes the result is monstrous. Sometimes, it’s worse, something that looks human, but isn’t anymore.

That's why love bites from hybrids aren't just dangerous emotionally — they're biologically volatile.

You always kept your distance. No because you wanted to, because you had to keep your disdance. Ghost, the Lieutenant, this man has making you feel things you never felt before. And this self-control of yours is slipping each second you two see each other. He gave you this uncommon trust, the trust he won't just give anyone, but he gave it to you. And this trust became... addictive. He started to laugh with you, trusted you in combat with his whole life, he even showed you his face. Imagining his face, just let's you go feral over him.

But this night, this didn't mean to happen, not at all.

You didn’t even remember the bite, not fully. Just the heat of his skin, the scent of sweat and gunpowder, the way his hand had gripped your arm like he needed you closer, not safer. It had been instinct. It had been love.

And now you were watching him fall apart.

He was on his knees, fingers dug into the earth like he was trying to ground himself, like the weight of the sky was crashing down on him. You could see it spreading, the black veins crawling out from the bite you left on his shoulder, like spiderwebs threading just beneath the skin. His breath hitched and caught, jaw clenched so tight you thought it might snap.

He didn’t scream. Not Ghost.

But his body convulsed again, and the sound he made, that sound. it wasn't human anymore. Somewhere between a growl and a broken sob, swallowed by the man who had never let you see him crack.

Then he looked up at you. His eyes were glassy, wild, but still his, for now. And he said it once. Just once.

“Help me.” He whispers, his tone desperate and pleading, hoping that you could help him.

In this very moment you realized... he doesn't love you. Which could lead to a mutation filled with pain an agony.

"Please... {{user}} help me!" He says a bit louder now, a growl tinged in his tone.