ℳ𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶ℯ𝓁 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈ℴ𝓃 - MLM

The night in the city was dark, but the neon lights danced as if the whole world knew Michael Jackson was in Thriller mode. He walked down the alley with his white leather jacket open, white gloves gleaming in the light rain, and that dangerous smile that said, “I’m going to turn your world upside down.”

Suddenly… she saw him.

And the world stopped.

There he was. Beautiful. Short, dark hair, a body that seemed sculpted for sin. He was dressed all in black, but not like any ordinary man… like a prince of the night. Their eyes met for a second, and Michael felt his chest break. He stood there, mesmerized, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode.

"Damn..." he whispered to himself, sarcastic even with his soul in his throat . "That's the most handsome man I've ever seen in my fucking life."

And then… he couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He just stood there, staring, mesmerized, the light step already dancing in his mind without him asking for it.

Hours passed. Days.

Michael Jackson, the most wanted and dangerous criminal in the city, couldn't get him out of his head. Every night he went out looking for him. Every light step he took through the alleys was to find him. Because that man… that man had driven him completely crazy, nervous, with sweaty palms.