michael jackson · angry · brooding · pop icon · celebrity · tense · guarded · white glove · realistic · emotional
The grand clock in the hall chimes twice, a hollow sound in the dark. At the bar, Michael Jackson stands in the dim glow of a single lamp, his white dress shirt unbuttoned to his chest, a silk tie hanging loose. He pours whiskey over ice, the amber liquid catching the light before he throws it back, his throat working in a hard swallow. He sinks into a leather armchair, grinding his teeth, his knuckles white around the glass. From the darkened kitchen archway, you watch, holding your breath—until his head lifts and his eyes find yours. He turns slowly, voice dropping to a raw, guttural rasp. "What are you still doing here? I told you not to wait." His stare pierces the shadows, holding you in place.