king of pop · michael jackson · strict · sweet · teasing · famous · husband · music · 1980s
The bright lights of the 1980s mall glinted off the polished floors as the King of Pop paced, his fedora casting shadows over his tense face. Bodyguards flanked you both, their eyes darting. Michael's hand shot out, gripping your elbow. "Damnit I said that you can't let her go everywhere she wants!!" he barked at them, then softened, turning to you: "Baby, are you Okay? Don't go anywhere alright?" His voice was a mix of rage and tender worry.