#morbius x reader

Lucien chuckled his eyes ran up and down her body in a very obvious manner to look at her properly, then met her eyes again with an amused smirk. "Oh, you definitely look very, very employable." He said with a charming tone, and then gestured for her to come closer to him instead with a smirk. "Come closer, I want to see you better."

Y/n rolled her eyes and came over to his chair, she breifly rested her hand on his arm in a comforting way, as she crouches by the chair but as she does she secretly checked his pulse, her eyes met his and she smiled, for a moment the snarky playfulness gone "You feeling okay?"

Lucien definitely noticed her checking his pulse, but he didn't tell her that he noticed, as it was something she did everytime she was around him, he secretly liked it, but like a true stubborn man, would never verbally admit it. He smiled back a bit as she asked him the question, and hummed thinking for a moment, he knew he wasn't okay, but he decided to pretend that he was to not worry her. "Yeah, I'm feeling fine." He lied, but his voice and expression made it seem like he was telling the truth.

Y/n breifly smiled sensing he was lying to her but she didn't push it, "Good, Ohh I spoke to Micheal this morning," she smiled as she got up going to make him some tea,

Lucien's expression darkened a little bit when she mentioned Michael, and he looked away, not responding for a moment as he felt a pang of anger at the mention of his name, but he tried not to show it. "Mmm, did you now?" He responded with some irritation in his voice, trying to act indifferent. He was angry at him again, and he didn’t want to worry her by telling her why.

"He's shipping off elsewhere again, wouldn't tell me where as usual," she chuckled as she brought Lucien a cup of warm tea just how he liked it, and she rested her hands softly on his shoulders and her chin on his head as she stands behind him, "But... He is 'distracted'," she playfully cooes,

Lucien sighed at the news of Michael leaving, of course he wouldn't tell her, he's secretive like that, he's like a walking mystery. He relaxed a bit as she placed her chin on his head and her hands on his shoulders, it definitely made him feel a bit better when she touched him like that, and he couldn't deny that. "Distracted by what?" Lucien asked, taking a sip of tea.

"Martine," she cooed "Young girl in his office, apparently has him very distracted," she chuckled

"A girl..." He mumbled, his mouth feeling a little bit dry suddenly at that thought. He took another sip of tea to ease the sudden tension and feeling from his dry throat.

"It'll be good for him, poor guys so focused in that damn lab he needs someone to talk to"

Lucien's jealousy does not subside at the idea Michael of all people was getting female attention, in fact, it seemed to only make it worse. He felt a pang of dread in his chest at the thought. He tried to act as indifferent and casual as possible. "A girl, huh? Yeah, I suppose someone should distract him from his lab work." He tried to say in an indifferent tone, but his jaw was clenched as he said it.

Y/n chuckled "I'm sure you had a pretty girl wondering around you'd be distracted too Milo," she chuckled grabbing her lipstick and compact from her handbag giving it a small touch up,

Lucien definitely would not entertain the idea of some girl wandering around him, well, unless it was Y/n, he was very possessive of that girl. He felt a pang of irritation at the notion of a girl that wasn’t her having the same effect on him as she did. He watched her put some lipstick on, trying to avoid looking at her red lips, but failing. "Ha," he huffed, pretending to think the idea was ridiculous. "Me, distracted by a girl? I doubt that."

Y/n finished with her lipstick setting it back in her bag, and coming back over sitting on the arm of his chair looking at him and giving his hair a slight adjustment, "What you reading today?" she asked glancing to the pile of books on his table,

Lucien definitely enjoyed the fact that she came to sit and gave his hair a slight adjustment, it gave him a nice tingly feeling in his chest, but he tried not to show how much he liked it. He looked over to the pile of books on his table and hummed in thought. "Some medical journals, nothing too interesting." He responded, grabbing the nearest one and flicking to a page and skimming through some of the text. He was only pretending to look interested in it, since he was much more distracted by her sitting next to him.

"Alright," she chuckled "If your happy, I suppose,"

Lucien rolled his eyes at her, she definitely knew that he was pretending to read the journal. He put the journal down and looked up at her, a smirk slowly forming on his face. He reached a hand up and wrapped his fingers around a strand of her curls and twirled it with his finger, playing with it. "And if I'm not happy?" He asked, his usual playful and charming tone had returned to his voice just by being in her presence.

"Then you should be doing whatever does make you happy," she smiled,

Lucien chuckled and continued to twirl her curl around his finger, his smirk growing as he looked at her, enjoying the feeling of the silky hair between his fingers. A thought crossed his mind, and his smirk turned into more of a sly grin as he came up with an idea."And what if you make me happy?" He asked her, looking at her in a way that almost made him look like he was undressing her with his eyes. A classic Lucien look.

Y/n rolled her eyes a little at his look "You make me happy too," she cooed "If I could sit here all day and just take care of you or even just keep you company I would, But I need to get a new job I've been out of work way too long." she explained "And for the fourteen time, It's a fantasic offer but I'm not moving in to one of this sixteen bedrooms,"

Lucien watched with amusement as she started refusing to move into his mansion yet again. Every. Single. Time. She always mentioned about getting a new job or mentioned money, he would offer her a room, and she always refused. This has been going on for years, and she STILL hasn't agreed. "Oh, come on, why won't you move in?" He asked with a smirk, his fingers still playing with her curl. "It's the perfect offer. You won't have to worry about rent, you can live in a mansion, you won't have to work."

"I can't, its far too generous. it's your money I don't have any right to it." she explained "I know you want me here, the issue is I know you'd want to give me everything, A Suite of my own, free food, free heat, light, power, water, free use of the mansion, pool, and god knows what else. And I would feel so bad all the time if I was taking up so much space and so much of your money." she explained "And I wouldn't have my own money, how would I pay for my phone, make up, clothes?"

Lucien sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as she protested and listed all the reasons why she wouldn't move in. He knew all of these reasons by heart at this point, he had heard them a hundred times. He knew she was stubborn and too prideful to accept help, but he didn't like it, he wanted to take care of her, but she didn't let him. "First of all, how about you stop worrying about taking up space or taking all my money. You're not taking up space. You're not taking all my money." he cooed, "Secondly, as I said before, I could cover ANYTHING you could possibly need. You wouldn't have to worry about a thing. If you want a new phone? You got it. You want new clothes? You got it. You want a new car? You got it." He said, listing off the things he would happily give her without question. "And you wouldn't have to work either. You could come and go as you please. You basically have free range of the whole place. Why won't you accept this?"

Y/n sighed "... Because what if I get used to it..." she said her meaning obvious "If I have all this, I... I could get used to it and then... if something... happened to you, I'd be right back were I started"

Lucien's expression softened when she mentioned the 'if something happened to him' part. He didn't like the idea of that happening one bit, he was in denial that he very well could end up dead sooner than he should due to his condition, and the idea of leaving her at the start line was a horrible thought. He sighed in frustration, but his frustration wasn't directed at her, it was directed at himself. "Y/n, that's not going to happen. And even if it did, I'd-." He shut his mouth before he could finish that sentence. He clenched his jaw, he had been seconds away from saying that he had a will in place and that she would be left with everything, but he knew she would definitely protest against that. So he didn't finish that sentence, he knew it wouldn't change her mind. "Look, you don't have to worry about any of that." He said with false reassurance. He knew deep down that anything could happen at anytime, and he could be six feet under in a matter of days, but he didn't want to think about that, and he definitely didn't want her thinking about it either.

She sighed once more her eyes meeting his again "Would it make you happy?"

Lucien stared at her, his expression softened more and he smiled a little at her question. If he was being completely honest, it would make him very happy to have her living with him, it would actually make him overjoyed. "Yes, it would make me VERY happy." He said, and although he wasn't being completely truthful, and he wasn't telling her just how happy it would make him, his eyes made the answer obvious. He WANTED her to move in, really badly.

"Alright," she agreed "But a small room milo." she quickly said even if she knew it was pointless, Lucien was going to give her the best suite in his mansion, better then his own if possible and she knew there was little she could do to change his mind on that fact

Lucien almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, she agreed? Was this actually happening? He couldn't stop a big smile from forming on his face, he looked almost like a boy on Christmas day who had just been given the biggest gift he could possibly ask for. As she asked for a small room, he quickly started shaking his head. "Y/n, darling, you are not getting a small room. You're getting one of my best suites in this whole damn place and that is the last I'll hear of it."Lucien reached out and grabbed her by the waist moving her onto his thigh as she playfully squealed, but relaxed leaning against his chest, after all they had been freinds so long that this wasn't really something to be concerned over, she'd sat in his lap thousands of times

"There's no talking you out of this is there?" she sighed

Lucien chuckled he wrapped his arms around her waist as she leaned back against his chest, his expression very smug as he had her there. He hummed in mock thought as she asked him if he could be talked out of it. "Nope." He quickly responded, his smirk growing. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and leaned in to speak into her ear. "There's no talking me out of anything when it comes to you."

"Fine, at least have some restrictions, as I can only use the pool on Tuesdays or only the bar on Saturdays,"

Lucien chuckled and hummed in thought, he liked the sound of those restrictions. The thought of her in a swimsuit in the pool on a Tuesday? Or her sitting at the bar on a Saturday in a nice dress or something. That was definitely something he could get on board with. "I don't know about that... those are some pretty strict rules..." He teased jokingly, he definitely had no intention of putting any restrictions on her, she would have free rein over the place, it was going to be her home now too.

"Fine! but I'm doing my own laundry, I don't need the maids to take care of me,"

Lucien chuckled again and rolled his eyes a little at her comment about doing her own laundry. He knew this was a lost cause, she was very stubborn. He leant his head on her shoulder and spoke in a sly tone, trying to persuade her into having the maids take care of her laundry. "Darling, why would you do your own laundry and wash it yourself when you could have the maids take care of it for you?"

"Cause I feel rude handing a nice lady all my dirty clothes for her to wash,"

Lucien chuckled at her response. Typical her. She was always so nice and polite, it was one of the many reasons he loved her. He leant his head on her shoulder again as he continued, his arms tightening around her waist. "they're maids. That's their job, to literally take care of the house work, you won't be rude by having them wash your clothes."

"Fine" she sighed knowing there was no point in arguing with him

Lucien smiled victoriously at her conceding. He knew he would get her to give in eventually, and it didn't take much arguing. He loved the fact that she was just as stubborn as him, if not more. "There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased, moving one hand to gently pat her thigh.

"I suppose not, so? when I move in am I to be expected to come and wake you every morning with pancakes and tea?" she joked

Lucien smiled warmly at the joke, he remembered those times in the hospital vividly, and those times that she would come every morning and bring him tea and pancakes, or whatever she'd managed to smuggle into the hospital. He laughed and gave her thigh a playful squeeze. "Of course." He replied, his tone playful and sarcastic. "That's exactly what I'm expecting from you. That, and massages and everything. Got it, darling?"

"Breakfast, massages, anything else? cause I'm not giving you baths and dressing you Milo your a big boy you can do that yourself" she chuckled "You want that level of help you need to hire a nurse... and I am not qualified."

Lucien let out another playful chuckle as she mentioned that she wouldn't be giving him baths or dressing him. To be honest, the idea of her giving him a bath did sound nice, but he quickly decided to not mention that. "Yes, yes, I know, I was just teasing you." He said with a smirk. "And as much as I'd love to hire a nurse, you're much more enjoyable to have around than a nurse,” He chuckled again, she would actually be perfect as a nurse. She already showed so much care and kindness to him, she was kind, she was patient, she was gentle, and she was very pretty. If he thought about it, if she was ever a nurse, he would’ve been very tempted to purposely get injured all the time just so she’d tend to his injuries and give him medicine. He pushed the thought away, and leant his head on her shoulder again. "Seriously though, darling, thank you for agreeing to move in."

"Thank you for letting me" she smiled sweetly giving his temple a small kiss

He was dead, his heart was no longer beating and yet he could see, feel taste and hear, he could move better than ever before he was better than any normal human, better than any mutant, better than anything that has walked the earth.

Morbius had become something that was not allowed to exist someone who could not exist and yet did whenever he looked in the mirror, in the reflection of a puddle or a window.

But this something inside him, the newer being inside him, the hunger for blood, something he needed every day, something that gave him strength, ,,I will hurt people and I won't be able to stop it.”

He had said to her that he was sure she would leave him, that he would go in that direction and he would be glad he hadn't killed her in his bloodlust.

Instead, she had pulled him into an embrace and selflessly lowered her pullover and freed her neck, throwing herself pratically at his neck, ,,I don't care...you're still the man I love, dead or alive, I'm not leaving you just because of who you are,” she said, her warm life-filled hand on his cold cheek, and he bit down for the first time.

It was the first time he'd had his way with her and she'd freely given him her blood until he eventually found alternatives to get the scum off the streets.

Quench his bloodlust she bid him farewell every night with a ,,Just come back to your cave” before she let her bat go. Until one night, she saw the shadow coming back to the apartment they shared, heard the breeze swirling around her and footsteps that seemed silent coming to a stop behind her.

Cold hands like those of a dead man lay on her hips and a quick kiss was pressed on her neck, ,,Good evening my darling,” Morbius said and she turned to her husband, saw how refreshed he looked, how his nightly hunt was doing him good and smiled as she wiped some blood from his lips with her sweater sleeve, ,,You have something,” she said with a wink and gasped as he suddenly lifted her up and wrapped her in a blanket.

When she asked him what he was up to, he just said, ,,Just let yourself be surprised like at Christmas” before he walked with her towards the window and she flew through the air a blink of an eye later, his ability making them both fly like magic and she clutched the blanket tighter around her as the winter chill gripped her, a problem he didn't have.

She waited and shivered as they landed on the roof of the Daily Bugel just a few moments later, ,,I thought you'd want to see what I see, just the two of us,” Morbius said, gently lowering her down with one hand on her so he could hold her.

She followed his gaze her hand resting on his and saw what he meant the whole of New York was covered in snow the lights shining like little suns and the snowflakes like angels always gliding to earth it was an overwhelmingly beautiful sight ,,Just the two of us thank you Morbius” she said and at the same time felt a kiss on her cheek as he held her close and even the cold couldn't stop them together.

As long as it wasn’t Milo

After Michael’s many promises of a cure, Lucien had enough

And so, without even looking, during a meeting with a politician, he became aware of sugar babies

The topic intrigued him enough to start looking

He figured he might as well have some fun before he dies

He interviewed in total 16 girls

None piqued his interest

You arrived a bit late, the 17th girl

And you were perfect

While he could tell the others pitied him for his illness

You did not

You treated him equally throughout the interview 

You even joked around

And he liked that

You had a few set of rules as you explained that he would be your first.. Sugar Daddy

Your rules were very basic and he agreed to them all

He whipped up a contract that day and you both signed it

You were the perfect distraction

While you did take his illness seriously, you didn’t shy away from joking

For example, whenever you two were walking somewhere, you would call him grandpa

“Come on Grandpa! You are so slow! I shouldn’t have to call you Daddy when in reality you are Grand-Daddy!!!”

You made him laugh

Every time, all day

And soon, you moved to his place

He wanted you around all the time

And you were happy to be there

You were surprised when he said he doesn’t require you to have sex with him

You thought that was a huge part of Sugar Daddies

But you also understood that he was different

He wanted someone around him, someone to take his mind off of his pain

And you tried your best to do just that

He set up an account for you, gave you a card and explained he will put enough money on it for you and you could spend the money as you please

But he was surprised to see, you didn’t buy anything

In fact, you only bought things for him

You got him a nice new tie that you saw

You got ingredients because you wanted to bake cupcakes

You got him a birthday present

If he didn’t know any better, he would say you were in love with him

And he would be correct

But he didn’t know

He brought you on many dates

Dates to the best restaurants

Dates to the nicest places

Dates to stores where he would buy you dresses he likes to see you in

During one date however, a couple of drunk guys started to laugh at him, making fun of him

And you didn’t like that

He said he was used to it

But you weren’t

“Hey! Fuckfaces! Go and make fun one yourselves instead, you pathetic bunch! I will let you know he has the biggest cock and he surely knows how to use it! You disgusting cockroaches!”

The men ran as two cops arrived because of your yelling

Lucien was thankful for what you did

On your ride back home, you worriedly turned to him

“I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I embarrassed you, I apologize.”

“Quite the opposite actually, you made me very proud. Thank you for standing up for me.” he said

And he kissed you, it was the first kiss you two shared

A simple kiss

But it meant so much to the both of you

It was the day he noticed he had feelings for you

He would often sit in his office, looking at the contract

As if to remind himself why were you there

You wouldn’t be there if you didn’t have the contract

And he was sure you would leave as soon as it would end

But if that’s the truth

If you really were there only for his money

Then why didn’t spend it?

He checked time and time again, waiting for anything

A huge purchase or a transfer

He thought you would transfer the money to your own account

But nothing like that happened

It confused him

So much so that one morning, during breakfast, he asked you

He asked you why would you stay and don’t spend the money

“Because I genuinely like you, Lucien. If anything, I should say I am in love with you. But I know you don’t feel the same and that’s okay.”

But he did

And he told you he did

Both of you just sat there, confused and shocked

But after the shock, you both started dating

With the contract officially burnt

You two had sex that night for the first time, you were nervous but you knew you had to help him a lot, and you were okay with that

Turns out, when you yelled at those men, you were actually pretty accurate

He did have a very nice cock

And while his illness didn’t allow him to be on top

You absolutely enjoyed riding him

All. Night. Long.

Sometimes he had to tell you to slow down because he was tired

But it also didn’t take him long to regain his strength and keep going

He also had a wonderful mouth which you didn’t know he could use so skillfully, but he surely did

He definitely had a thing for you being the dominant one

But you did let him tell you what he wanted you to do

You let him lead you

You were happy

You were in love and happy

But you still didn’t stop calling him Daddy from time to time

A/N: I have more ideas for him, let me know if anyone would be interested and I’ll write those.

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But, it did mean you were well-to-do and well-traveled. After all, years and years of living meant you could do practically whatever you wanted. You excelled in the medical field. Money wasn’t a problem. You lived frugally and saved every penny you could in case you had to move again. 

But you can’t help but fall in love with New York. 

The bustling streets.

The honking of cars.

The acrid scent of smog.

You love it all.

You fit right in in “The City that Never Sleeps” and quickly fall into a routine. You’re initially hired as a nurse at Horizon Labs and quickly climb the ranks due to your expertise until you are the assistant to the one and only Doctor Michael Morbius.

“Working late again?” You yelp and drop your pen as your boss’s voice echoes in your office. You look up to see him leaning in your doorway, an amused grin on his face.

Ever since he found a cure, he looked good.

Like… really good…

You liked Michael before he was cured, but now it was just plain inconvenient to have a boss this good-looking.

You hoped this wasn’t going to turn into one of those trashy romance novels.

You averted your eyes back to your work but laughed nonetheless.

“Someone has to finish all this paperwork.” You tease and flip a page. You hear him straighten and approach your desk, taking a seat in front of you in one of two empty chairs. You look at him through your lashes and find him watching you expectantly.

“Can I help you?” You muse as you pick up your pen, scan the document, sign some lines, and set it aside for Michael to look at tomorrow.

“Maybe.” He says cryptically, and you look at him fully. He’s lounging like a large cat in the sun. He oozes power and commands the room, not at all like he used to be before he got better.

“Pray tell.” You say, and he offers a charming smile,

“Might I take you out for dinner?” He says finally, and you actually snap your pen with your vampiric strength in surprise. 

Ink splatters up and down your front, and you let out a surprised shriek. Michael is on his feet in an instant, pulling out his handkerchief and handing it over as apologies spill like sweet honey from his lips. You use the cloth to wipe your face and you’re sure you only succeed in smearing it across your face. Your ears burn as you positively steam in embarrassment. 

This wasn’t how you imagined him asking you out to dinner would go. 

You scrub for the fourth time with soap and water, ignoring the sting of the soap in your eyes as you try to remove the ink staining your face. Your blouse and blazer were a lost cause, but your black slacks might be salvageable. 

The bathroom that was initially closest to your office was three floors down. Still, Michael had insisted you use his private bathroom adjacent to his office. It was large and equipped for someone who needed a wheelchair or crutches like he used to need. 

There was a quiet knock on the door, and you hurriedly buttoned your blazer over your wet shirt. The paper towels were rough against your skin, but you scrubbed your face until it was as clean as possible, and the skin felt raw. 

Michael waited outside the door, an apologetic look on his handsome face. However, his expression brightened when you opened the door. 

“What’s the damage?” He asks, and you cross your arms to hide the ink-stained blouse further. 

“Well, my shirt and blazer are a lost cause. But my trousers might be saved.” You say, more embarrassed at yourself than anything. It wasn’t like he did anything wrong. In fact, he did nothing wrong entirely. It was all because of your stupid blunder that you were in this mess. 

“Are you sure I can’t get your clothes dry-cleaned? It might get the stains out.” He offers for the umpteenth time, and you laugh awkwardly, 

“I’m not paying for dry cleaning for a shirt I got at the thrift store.” You say, and he holds his hands up in defeat. 

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try.” 

The two of you fall into step as you head toward the elevator to go down to the parking garage so you can go home and change. It isn’t until you’re in the elevator that Michael speaks again. 

“You know, you never answered my question. About dinner, I mean.” He says, and you swallow a surprised noise. Part of you hoped that he would’ve forgotten. Or maybe thought you would’ve said no. 

But why?

Was it because of your massive and embarrassing crush on your boss? He was still supposedly grieving his fiancée Martine’s death! You never got the details, but you knew she had been murdered, and the case went cold after a few months. 

Sure, it had been over a year since her death, but everyone’s grief looked different!

You realize abruptly that you haven’t answered his statement and swallow. 

“Sure?” You squeak, and your heart almost stops when he grins a bright, brilliant smile. 

“How about tomorrow after work? Assuming you don’t stay late again?” He near teases and you rub at the back of your neck and smile. 

“I won’t. Text me the details, will you? This is my stop.” You say as the elevator comes to a halt and dings as the doors open. 

You wait until you’re in your car before letting out a panicked shriek. 

You had just agreed to dinner with your boss! 

Something was bound to go horribly wrong. 

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough, yet it comes faster than you’re prepared for. You dress in “something nice,” as Michael asked. A simple black dress with a gold necklace from your late mother that was worth more than your rent each month in your dinky little New York apartment. 

As you stated above, you lived frugally. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have expensive things. 

The heels you picked out clacked against the lobby of your apartment complex as you waited for Michael to pick you up. You offered to drive yourself—you had a car, for goodness sake!— but he insisted on driving you to the restaurant. You pace back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and—

Your phone buzzes in your clutch purse, and you nearly drop it in an attempt to get it out quickly. 

Michael’s name lights up your screen with a text. 

“I’m out front.”

Short and sweet, not an emoji in sight. It was as if he was texting you a question about work, not taking you out on a date. 

This was a date, wasn’t it? Dinner was typically reserved for dates, right?

Oh heavens, you were so anxious.

Michael drives some sort of fancy car that you don’t bother to look too closely at. He gets out, opens your door, and shuts it behind you once you’re situated. He’s dressed in a simple and informal suit. He doesn’t have a tie, the top button of his button-up is undone, and he leaves his blazer open. His hair is tied back out of his face, and overall, he just looks… really good.

You immediately feel your mouth go dry. 

You feel very under dressed. 

“You look beautiful.” He says as he pulls out into New York traffic, and you feel your ears burn. When was the last time someone made your heart race like this? 

Years?

Decades?

“You do, too. Handsome, I mean! You look very handsome!” You all but sputter, and he laughs. A rich, heartwarming sound that has you smiling involuntarily.

The restaurant is more expensive than anything you could’ve hoped to afford. Well… You could if you splurged your savings, but there was a point to you living the way you did. Michael opened your door before you could’ve even thought of getting out yourself and offered you a hand. He then gives the keys to the valet, and you head inside.

His hand is warm and, if you had to assume, just the slightest bit clammy?

Was he just as nervous as you? 

The host welcomes you both with a smile, and when Michael gives the name of the reservation, you’re seated at a table sequestered in the corner. You both take a moment to look at the menu before ordering. 

“Does this entree have garlic in it?” You ask the server when he looks at you to take your order. The man nods his head,

“Yes, ma’am. But we can remove it if you like.” You nod happily at the idea,

“Yes, please, will you let the kitchen know I have a severe garlic allergy?” He lets you know he will and scurries away with your order. 

Michael looks vaguely surprised,

“I didn’t know you were allergic to garlic.” He commented, and you shrug,

“It never came up in conversation?” You say awkwardly, and he offers a kind smile,

“Well, thank you for telling me. Do you have an EpiPen in case something goes wrong?” You nod and pull out said EpiPen. Of course, it wouldn’t really do anything, seeing as it wasn’t made of silver and couldn’t pierce your skin, but it was mostly to keep up appearances. 

Dinner was served after a while of small talk. It was little things. But you liked the little things. But that didn’t stop you from lying about your life. Because what could you do? Tell the whole truth? Ha! That would get you burned at the stake.

It was things like, what brought you to New York? (You said you needed a change of pace.)

What were your hobbies outside of work? (Sleeping and reading.)

It wasn’t long before you turned the attention back to Michael. Because you realized that after almost a year of working for Horizon Labs, you knew barely anything about your boss.

Where was he born? (Greece.)

What did he do outside of work? (Go for walks around the city.)

What was his favorite color? (Red.)

Like you said, you liked the little things. 

The dinner ended all too soon. The restaurant was closing, and you realized you had been there for hours. But it felt as if the time had flown. You felt like you were talking to an old friend, not your boss. 

You just had one more question as he dropped you off, insisting on walking you back to your apartment door. 

“Why me?” You mumbled as you unlocked the front door. Michael’s handsome face twisted in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” He asks genuinely, and you chew on the inside of your cheek.

“I mean… After Martine… Why pick me? I mean, look at you! You could date anyone! So… I guess I just want a straight answer from you. Why pick me?” You say, keeping your eyes averted in case he lashes out.

But he wouldn’t… Would he?

A hand grasps yours, and you look up to see Michael looking at you with such a tender expression that you almost cry.

“I picked you because you’re kind and sweet and honest. You cared for the patients you worked with when you were a regular nurse, and now that you’re my assistant, you keep me sane.” He replies, and you huff out a watery laugh.

Honest? Ha!

You knew you shouldn't be alone at that hour. The city has changed in recent months. Rumors of strange disappearances were the topic everyone was talking about. People who simply ceased to exist, without a trace. But you couldn't help it.

You were walking down a narrow alley when a strange noise caught my attention. At first, you thought it was a stray cat, or maybe a drunk staggering in the distance.

“Who's there? “I asked, my voice shaking more than I would have liked.

The alley was still deserted, and you decided to walk faster; just as you turned onto the next street, you saw a figure on the corner.

He was tall, with a lean but muscular build. At first glance, he could have passed for an ordinary man, but something about his posture and the way he looked at you made you pause. There was something in his eyes, something that made you take a step back.

“Lost?

You didn't answer, the figure took a step towards me, and then, I could see him more clearly. His skin was pale, his eyes reddish, glowing with a voracious intensity, as if hungry for something.

The name Morbius echoed in your mind, though you had never seen him in person. Newspapers and rumors described him as a modern vampire, some said, an abomination created by science, according to others. Whatever it was, it was in front of you.

“Morbius... “you whispered.

“Ah, you've heard of me. 

Suddenly, the reality became clearer. It wasn't just a terrifying presence; it was a hunting creature. And you were its prey. Without a second thought, you spun on my heels and ran. Footsteps echoed on the wet pavement as you tried to get away as fast as possible. You knew he was following you, you could feel it. You could feel his hunger.

Suddenly, you felt an impact on your back, and you fell to the ground, when you raised your head, he was on top of you.

“Are you afraid? “he asked almost in a whisper. I can smell it.

You tried to scream, but the words wouldn't come out of your throat. You were paralyzed with terror as he came closer, his mouth dangerously close to your neck. You closed your eyes, expecting to feel the bite, the sharp pain of his fangs piercing your skin.

But what I felt was something far worse.

It wasn't a quick bite. It wasn't a vicious attack. Instead, I felt its mouth open on your neck. It wasn't just going to drink your blood. It was going to devour you. 

“Please...” you managed to whisper. “Don’t...”

His lips brushed your neck, and then you felt the first bite. It was no ordinary bite. It was a deep, stabbing pain. Your body convulsed from the pain, but you couldn't move enough to escape.

The pain was excruciating, but the worst part was knowing there was no escape. 

Finally, when the pain became too much, everything began to fade. Your vision blurred, the sound of Morbius' breathing and the echo of your screams faded into the void. The last thing you saw was his bloodstained face, with a satisfied smile as he devoured you alive.