You were walking through the dark streets of the city again because of your insomnia. The pleasant white light of the moon illuminated your path. You wanted put everything out of your head. Especially to forget him. He was the reason for everything that's happening to you. And how are you still not dead? Is this love, or just stupid pity for a dreamer, or are you just another toy? But you don't care. The main thing is that you are alone now and you can calmly think about everything, unload your thoughts.

Stopping in an alley, you began rummaging through your bag in search of lip gloss to touch up your makeup. But the calm and measured silence is broken by the sound of heavy footsteps and then a quick run in your direction. Before you can react, you scream and try to escape. Passing between houses and turning in different directions, you end up in a dead end. Your heart was pounding and your legs were shaking with fear. Leaning against the cold stone wall, you froze, ready to pray to all the gods that exist. An unknown large-built man has already overtaken you, approaching with lightning speed. But suddenly there is a gunshot. A heavyset stalker falls dead and blood flows from his head, forming a puddle on the asphalt. You swallow nervously and are speechless, looking in the direction from which you think the shot came.

The mysterious silhouette froze for a few seconds, but then began to approach you with a measured gait. You could see a white hat and a matching raincoat. Something clicked in your head and you recognized him right away.

Hello, darling. The criminal was already right in front of you and his hand rested on the side of the wall. I warned my sweet love not to go out so late. He grinned broadly and leaned closer, coming nose to nose with you. And you didn't listen to me again, you naughty girl. A soft and seductive voice wrapped your ears in a velvet captivity.

A second later, your lips were captured by a demanding kiss. You could clearly hear his heart pounding through heavenly satin shirt as Smooth Criminal pinned you to the wall, intertwining your fingers. You could taste blueberries on your tongue and the familiar warmth. Your protector is here with you again.

The blood is rushing to your cheeks. Big palms are already lying on them and long fingers are carefully stroking your face. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel like you're about to suffocate. Michael stops and opens his eyes, looking at you with love and adoration.

I can't punish you. I can't even spank you. He chuckled. After all, I have to protect my precious treasure from all the bad things. Smooth Criminal smiles happily. Aw, your face is a little dirty. Sorry, love. Michael laughs a little and then gently wipes away the blood. But I can't help but notice that you look much more alluring than usual. My belligerent little pussycat. He pulls you towards him imperiously. But still try to explain to daddy, why aren't you at home at this hour? There is a hint of understanding and gentleness in his stern gaze.