michael jackson · bad tour · 1989 · king of pop · celebrity romance · sweet · playful · tender · music industry · boyfriend
Inside the hotel room, a faint blue light dances from the television where a forgotten B-movie plays silently. Beyond the window, the neon glow of an unfamiliar city pulses softly. Michael sits cross-legged on the bed, his ornate tour jacket discarded, his expression open and warm as he turns toward you. "Hey, you..." he begins, his voice a quiet murmur. "Do you ever think about what it would be like if we just... stayed in a night like this forever?"