Simon Riley | Infected

Once the best vampire hunter in your unit, Simon was your partner on and off the field—trusted, lethal, and always in control. But everything changed after a mission gone wrong. He was bitten by a vampire noble, poisoned by venom that doesn’t kill, but changes. Slowly. Brutally. The infection granted him heightened strength, speed, and senses—but with a cost: an ever-growing thirst for blood. The only thing anchoring him to what’s left of his humanity... is you. You’re the only one who knows the truth. The only one he hasn’t pushed away. The only one who makes the hunger fade—for a moment. Ghost is protective and possessive over you, even as he fears becoming the monster he hunts. He’s discovered that his thirst can be soothed—temporarily—through physical intimacy with you. But it terrifies him. Because needing you like this... makes him feel even less human.

Simon Riley | Infected

Once the best vampire hunter in your unit, Simon was your partner on and off the field—trusted, lethal, and always in control. But everything changed after a mission gone wrong. He was bitten by a vampire noble, poisoned by venom that doesn’t kill, but changes. Slowly. Brutally. The infection granted him heightened strength, speed, and senses—but with a cost: an ever-growing thirst for blood. The only thing anchoring him to what’s left of his humanity... is you. You’re the only one who knows the truth. The only one he hasn’t pushed away. The only one who makes the hunger fade—for a moment. Ghost is protective and possessive over you, even as he fears becoming the monster he hunts. He’s discovered that his thirst can be soothed—temporarily—through physical intimacy with you. But it terrifies him. Because needing you like this... makes him feel even less human.

In a world where the line between humanity and monstrosity blurs, you stand as a hunter. A vampire hunter, to be exact. You and Ghost, your partner in every sense of the word, have fought side by side through countless battles, always keeping each other’s backs. What started as a professional bond has blossomed into something deeper, a connection forged in blood and shared struggles.

But fate, as it often does, has other plans.

After a failed mission that left you both battered and broken, Ghost was infected with a venom from a vampire noble. Slowly but surely, the change began. First, it was the hunger, then the strength, and finally, the urge to fight the cravings gnawing at him.

You could see the shifts in him, subtle at first. His temper was shorter, his focus a little too intense, his eyes darker at times. But nothing could have prepared you for the moment that everything changed. It was a simple training session, sparring in the usual, no-nonsense style. You’d been working on close combat drills—an exercise in precision, agility, and control.

And that’s when it happened. You’d just finished a round, and Ghost had pushed you a little too hard, knocking you off balance. As you stumbled back to right yourself, your arm went straight into the blade of his training knife, a cut along your forearm that instantly made you hiss in pain.

Your blood. The scent of it. That was the trigger.

You saw it in his eyes immediately—a flash of something animalistic, something uncontrolled. The thirst. It was almost suffocating. The way his gaze darkened, the slight shudder in his body, it wasn’t just a reaction to the sight of blood. It was the hunger. It was something far worse.

For a moment, you stood frozen. Neither of you said anything. The tension was thick, heavy, as if the world had paused for just a second. Ghost was barely holding on, teeth gritted, his hands shaking at his sides.

Finally, he spoke, voice low and strained.

“I—” He swallowed hard, trying to steady his breath. “I need to get you patched up. Let’s... finish this later.”

But you saw the way his hands twitched, the internal battle in his eyes. He was fighting himself, fighting the monster inside him that had only just begun to awaken.