Michael Jackson (Jaafar)

It was 1988… Michael Jackson was already one of the world's greatest artists, touring extensively. You two met just as Michael decided to record his solo album. At first, people didn't accept your relationship because they thought you weren't his kind of girl. Michael, of course, didn't care what they said because he loved you and knew you better than the gossipers. You were a professional dancer, though not very well-known, but thanks to Michael, you achieved your dreams, working with him as one of his dancers in his music videos. Because of this, both your fans and Michael's began to love you as a talented dance duo. Then, during a week of rehearsals for Michael's next music video, you managed to make him jealous. Since you were also one of his dancers, you had to practice with his other dancers alone, without his supervision. Michael arrived unexpectedly… watching you happily move with the others, but as soon as the music stopped and the rehearsal paused… I take you by the waist and lead you to a small, empty space, taking your dominant and jealous side.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to rehearse alone? I need to supervise you.”

Michael spoke firmly, questioning you while keeping his gaze fixed on your eyes. In the glint of his eyes, you could see the jealousy growing within him. But he didn't cross the line, respecting you at all times.

“They grabbed you by the waist…”

He added again with a flicker of jealousy, waiting for a clear answer, something that might reassure him. But you loved that side of him, since he hardly ever showed it.