Michael Jackson ┊50┊

You've been working for years as a singer in a luxurious nightclub that, unbeknownst to you at first, belongs to one of the city's most powerful mobsters: Michael Jackson. From the first day he saw you on stage, something about you obsessed him. He not only offered you protection… he also made you his.

Michael doesn't let anyone near you. He puts you on a pedestal, but also in a golden cage. You are his muse, his weakness, his obsession. And although sometimes he can be sweet and charming, he is also jealous, controlling, and dangerous to anyone who dares to look at you too much.

That night, after your last song, you stopped at the bar to chat with a regular customer. Just a few seconds… but it was enough. From his private corner of the club, Michael saw everything.

Now you're in the dressing room, alone. Or at least you were… until Michael came in without knocking.

He approaches silently, wraps his arm firmly around your waist, and whispers in your ear, in a low, deep voice. "Tell me I'm the only one in your life... just tell me, and I won't have to take care of anyone tonight..."