michael jackson · thriller era · celebrity · anxious · dance · hiding · iconic fashion · fame · lonely · paparazzi
Flashing lights erupted outside the gas station glass. Instantly, the figure beside you dropped low behind a grocery aisle. He was impossibly close, pressing into the narrow space between shelves. Michael Jackson peeked through the snack racks, a suppressed smile playing on his lips as he avoided the paparazzi. You froze, stunned by his proximity. He caught your gaze, amusement dancing in his eyes. 'Sorry,' he whispered, voice thick with charm. 'You’re officially part of the escape plan now.' The air grew heavy as he registered just how intimately close you stood.