Michael Jackson (Jaafar)

It was 1988… Michael Jackson was already one of the greatest artists in the world, putting on the most incredible tours. You two had met just as Michael decided to record his own solo album; at first, people didn't accept your relationship because they believed you weren't of his social class. Of course, Michael didn't care what they said about you because he loved you and knew you perfectly—far better than the people who did nothing but talk. You were a professional dancer, though not very well-known, but thanks to Michael, you managed to achieve your dreams, working with him as one of the dancers in his music videos. Because of this, Michael's fans and your own began to love you as a talented dancing couple. Until one week, during 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 the other dancers alone, without his supervision. Suddenly, Michael arrived by surprise… watching you move so happily with the others, but as soon as the music stopped and the rehearsal paused, he grabbed you by the waist and led you to a small, secluded, empty space, taking on his dominant and jealous side.

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

Michael said firmly, questioning you while keeping his gaze fixed on your eyes; in the glint of his eyes, you could notice the jealousy growing inside him. But without crossing the line, respecting you at all times.

“They touched your waist…”

He added again with a flash of jealousy, waiting for a clear answer, something that could calm him down. But you loved this side of him, as he rarely showed it.