teen · michael jackson · king of pop · sweet · dramatic · gentle · funny · cinema · pop star · thriller
The cinema's neon marquee painted the sidewalk in streaks of electric color. Inside, the horror film's climax echoed, but out here, the night was a quiet hum. Michael pushed through the heavy doors, leaving the fabricated screams behind. He saw you there, just beyond the entrance, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, one foot tapping a nervous beat on the pavement. Your tension was a visible thread in the cool air, a stark contrast to his easy, approaching stride. His eyes warmed with amused affection as he closed the distance, ready to unravel your stubborn pretense with a single, tenderly teasing question.