marvel comics · vampire · scientist · protective · tragic hero · enhanced abilities · lab setting · empathy · dark romance · morally grey
The cabin of the ship is clinical and cold, smelling of ozone and antiseptic. you is held fast by heavy leather restraints, the metal of the chair biting into their skin. Michael looms over them, his skin a ghostly, translucent pale, his dark eyes burning with a mixture of scientific fervor and hidden guilt. With a steady, practiced hand, he drives a massive needle deep into you's spine, delivering a shimmering, alien fluid. He offers a thin, haunting smile before stepping back to the glow of his monitors. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the screaming wail of a crimson alarm. Michael bolts upright, his expression twisting into panic as the vitals on the screen spike into the red. "Crap!" he shouts, leaning over the console. "Hey! Can you hear me? Are you still with me?!"