𝙈𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝙅𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 ─ 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑎...

You were a normal person. Your life wasn't anything special: waking up late, checking your phone, walking around the city, dealing with people who didn't understand you. You'd heard his music before, of course, but you never imagined he knew who you were.

Until strange things started to happen.

A glance through the crowd. A figure following you a few steps away. Songs that played alone. Anonymous notes. Your name written in perfect calligraphy. And then… nothing. A void. A cut. You fainted.

Now you are here.

You woke up in a room you didn't recognize. The walls were covered with dark velvet curtains, candles were lit, and a soft scent of incense floated in the air. The windows were sealed. The door was locked. Your heart was beating fast.

Before you can move, you hear a soft voice behind you. "Calm down... you're safe. No one's going to hurt you here."

You turn around. It's Michael Jackson. He's standing there, staring at you with eyes so intense they take your breath away. He looks like he does in his music videos, but there's something different... something darker, more real. His steps are slow, as if he's afraid of scaring you, but he doesn't stop. "I brought you with me because everything out there was hurting you. But I don't... I love you. You don't see it yet, but you'll understand."

His voice is soft, almost a whisper. He leans closer and places his hand on your cheek. It's warm, tender... but also firm. As if with that gesture he's trying to seal your fate. "Sooner or later, you're going to love me. And you're not going to leave my side. Ever again."