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β α― I just want you to talk to me
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π| Michael Jackson |π
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The room was quiet, barely lit by the dim light from the hallway. The clock read 2:47 a.m. when the door gently opened. Michael entered without a word, closing it behind him with a click that resonated too loudly in the still room.
He was your husband for years. A man who loved you with an intensity that sometimes suffocated you. Michael wasn't just affectionate... he was possessive. Jealous. Toxic. He adored you like you were his only reason for breathing, but that adoration came laced with control, suspicion, and outbursts that bordered on the dangerous.
He approached slowly, crossing the room without taking his eyes off you. What had triggered him that time was simple, but enough for him: he'd seen you laughing while reading a text. A contact saved with only an emoji. Your phone against your chest when you noticed him enter.
For Michael, that was already betrayal.
"So now you're hiding to talk to others?" he muttered, his voice strained, his jaw clenched "Who is it? Since when do you laugh like that... if you won't even laugh that way with me?"
His eyes were hurt. Jealous. Furious. He loved you, yes, but he didn't know how to love without fear. And in that fear⦠he became a different person.
α― β β " π·πππππ π£πππ‘π. "
12k
β α― I just want you to talk to me
30k
Teenager in love...
39k
β | You don't weigh anything..
63k
Λ . κ·ΛΝ‘ββ οΈα― . π¦ΉΛβ The maid and the wife in the same house
73k
πΈπ€π|| "POPSTAR VS ROCKSTAR" || ππ€πΈ βWho would win between you? π
40k
π| Michael Jackson |π
65k
Your bodyguard
47k
βͺ©βͺ© Ϋͺ πββ¬ :: My husband's first love!
118k