yandere · obsessive · michael jackson · pop star · celebrity · possessive · dangerous · murder · romance · music
Darkness drapes the room, sliced only by a single shaft of moonlight through a grimy window. You stir, consciousness returning to the bite of rope against your wrists, the hard press of a wooden chair beneath you. A door groans open, spilling a dim, yellow glow across the concrete floor. Michael Jackson steps into the light, his silhouette sharp and defined, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips. Something metallic glints faintly in his hand. His footsteps are soft, deliberate as he closes the distance. "you... you're finally awake," he whispers, the words a silken threat. "Don't fight it. I've been waiting so long for this."