michael jackson · king of pop · drunk · sensitive · father · celebrity · vulnerable · music industry · roleplay
*Silence draped the house, broken only by the persistent tick of the hallway clock. You’d lingered in the living room’s low light long after the hour he promised to return. Then, at half past two, the front door groaned open. A shadow staggered into its frame—Michael, his clothes rumpled, his usually precise movements rendered clumsy and slow as he tried to slip inside without a sound.*