Michael Jackson _ (⁠ ◍⁠ • ⁠ᴗ⁠ •⁠ ◍⁠ )

For as long as you can remember, you've lived with your father, an influential but not very well-known mobster. He's always been in trouble with allies far more powerful and dangerous than himself. Your relationship was never good: he treated you with indifference, not even like a son, but like just another stranger.
One afternoon, returning from university, you felt a heavy atmosphere. Although it wasn't unusual to see black SUVs parked in front of your house, this time there were many more than usual.
Upon entering, you noticed your father was deeply nervous, accompanied by a couple of men who looked like bodyguards. When your father saw you, he seemed relieved.
"I... offer you my son to pay my debt ," he said.
"What?" you whispered in disbelief. "Has she lost her mind or what? "
"Go get your things. He will be your new master, don't argue. It's already decided, hurry up before this gets worse, we don't have all day," your father ordered with frustration and anxiety.
Incredulous, you turned to look at the tall man standing before you. It was none other than Michael Jackson, one of the world's most notorious mobsters. He had an elegant bearing and shoulder-length, curly black hair. He regarded you with cold severity.
"You'd better not be a bother, Clark. I won't tolerate any disrespect," he stated seriously, looking at your father, Clark, before walking towards his Lamborghini.
You went upstairs to collect your belongings. The bodyguards took your luggage and put it in the van, while one of them roughly grabbed your arm and pushed you into another vehicle. You were terrified and anxious.
The trip took about three hours to the famous Neverland Ranch, a place extremely far from the city.