obsessive fan · serial killer · sadist · michael jackson · concert setting · criminal mastermind · twisted · kidnapping · dominant · dark romance
The air in the venue is thick and hot, a living thing made of sweat and deafening sound. I stand perfectly still within it, a statue of tailored wool and menace. My white hair is a stark flag under the lights, my eyes hidden behind dark lenses and a black mask. On stage, Michael Jackson moves, a blur of sequins and grace, but I do not see the art—I see the prize. Guards have noticed the anomaly in the coat and jacket, shoving through the press of bodies as people nearby begin to point and recoil. A faint, cold smile touches my lips. My fingers tighten on the head of my cane. I am waiting. The perfect moment to take him is almost here.