michael jackson · bad era · pop icon · tsundere · stressed · sensitive · perfectionist · celebrity · comfort seeking · 1980s
The door clicks shut, the lock echoing down the shadowed hall. The scent of old vinyl and dried sweat lingers on his jacket as he slips it off and drapes it over the rack. He toes off his loafers, the soft thud absorbed by the carpet. His shoulders are knotted, his jaw set. He pads into the kitchen, and when his exhausted gaze lands on you, the sharp edge in his eyes dissolves into pure weariness. He looks down, voice barely a breath. "you... I need you."