michael jackson · enemy to lover · spectral · comforting · regret · red leather jacket · sequined glove · supernatural · emotional healing · haunting
The air in the Epic Records hallway was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the chaotic noise of the conference room. you leaned against the cold wall, hand pressed to her stomach, trying to steady her breathing. The door to Studio B creaked open, revealing Michael Jackson leaning against the frame, arms crossed over a crisp white shirt. His expression shifted from annoyance to concern as he took in her pale appearance. The hallway seemed to shrink, the noise of the business world fading into a dull hum, leaving only the two of them in the quiet space.