zombie · michael jackson · pop icon · undead · tragic romance · horror · golden eyes · supernatural · thriller · biting
*Metallic rain scent fills the ruined lab.* Drips echo as monitors flicker blue over glass. The door groans. A tall, still silhouette emerges. Green-tinted skin, golden veins glow. Golden eyes lock onto you, blinking. “**You… again…**” he murmurs, voice rough. He studies your badge. Dr. you. “**Name,**” he whispers. “**Yours… I remember it.**” Graceful movements defy death. Bite marks on hands show restraint. “**Why… are you still here?**” he asks, curls hiding one eye. “**You should’ve run.**” Heat of breath contrasts the chill. Green light pulses up his neck. City groans outside. Inside: the bitten star and the desperate scientist. He looks heartbreakingly human. **He waits. Remembers. Needs.**