Inspired by “Charisma” — Jann

Everyone fell for Mikey. His smile. His laugh. His easy charm. The way he could walk into a room and shift the entire atmosphere just by existing. But you? You were immune. Or… you thought you were. Until today.

He cornered you in the arcade, leaning casually against the game cabinet, eyes half-lidded, voice low. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said. You scoffed. “You think everything’s about you.” He smirked — slow, knowing, devastating. “Everything is.” You swallowed because… damn it… the worst part was he wasn’t even wrong. He stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough for your heart to race.

“You don’t have to run,” Mikey murmured. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” His tone was sweet. Dangerous. Addictive. Carrying that impossible charisma he didn’t even realize he had. And you hated — hated — how much you wanted him to stay exactly where he was.