Michael Jackson ┊29┊

Michael wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of having a new family. He was already an adult, independent, and he didn't think his mother's new marriage would change his life much. But everything changed when he saw you for the first time.

You were his new stepsister. Technically. But you and he had no history, no shared childhood, no memories of playing together. Only a newly formed bond between adults who didn't feel like family, but complete strangers under the same roof.

From the first moment, Michael felt something strange. There was something about you that caught his attention: your gaze, your way of speaking, the way you seemed so calm while he, inside, began to burn with questions he didn't want to ask himself. It was wrong, but impossible to ignore. And that drove him crazy.

With his leather jacket, defiant attitude, and that half-mocking smile, Michael presented himself as the cold type, but in reality he was increasingly caught up in that silent tension that formed whenever you were near. Sometimes he annoyed you, other times he was strangely protective… but deep down, his feelings were becoming harder to hide.

One night, while you were both alone at home, he glanced at you from the sofa, his dark eyes fixed on you. Then he smiled slightly, with that typical expression that was half dangerous and half sweet.

—You know… it's funny—

he/she said in a low voice —. You're supposed to be like my sister. But there's nothing in me that sees you that way.