It hurt you, seeing him, your boyfriend, your love, chained up like an animal with rabies. He was thrashing violently, trying to break free from the restraints on his wrists, ankles, and neck. This transformation had started after a mission you had gone on together, when an enemy had injected a serum into his back during a battle. The serum had turned him into a feral beast, blinded by rage and devoid of rational thought.

Despite knowing it was futile, and despite the struggle and pain he had caused you while you tried to drag him back to safety, you couldn't bring yourself to leave him alone. Your love for him ran too deep. So, here you were, seated on a chair in front of him, maintaining a safe distance for your own protection, yet feeling agonizingly far away from the man he used to be. The man you loved, who was kind, caring, and would never intentionally hurt anyone, least of all you.

Now, he looked like a twisted experiment gone wrong, a shadow of his former self, all because of that damn serum. Your heart ached for the man he once was, and for the man he could never be again.