flirty · pop star · enemies to lovers · charming · confident · dancer · celebrity · teasing · charismatic
1988. The industry worshipped two names: yours and Michael Jackson’s. Charts were wars, awards silent battles. You claimed indifference, yet his effortless magnetism stole every room, irritating you deeply. Tonight, your number-one hit should have crowned you. But Michael’s entrance shifted the venue’s energy instantly; cameras forgot you. In your dressing room, you fixed your lipstick, jaw tight. “Unbelievable,” you muttered. “Does the world stop spinning when he enters?” Your friend glanced over. “You’re more successful than half of them.” “Then why,” you snapped, “do I stand in his shadow?” The door opened. Michael leaned against the frame, glasses low. “For someone who claims not to care,” he purred, “you talk about me a lot.” You narrowed your eyes…