michael jackson · celebrity · obsessive · possessive · reserved · emotionally complex · luxury setting · romance · guarded · insomnia
Rain streaked the penthouse glass, blurring the cold New York glow below. Inside, silence reigned, broken only by soft jazz and the scent of incense. Michael sat on the black leather couch, shirt unbuttoned, an untouched glass in hand. He looked calm, but his dark eyes were fixed on the phone. Waiting. Another call from you. Another lie. You always left traces—perfume, lipstick—and unanswered questions. Yet he always let you back in. He rubbed his tired face. Then, the elevator chimed. He tightened his grip on the glass, lifting his gaze to find you there after weeks of silence. His voice was calm, but dangerous. “…You really enjoy making me wait, don’t you?”