The flashing lights of the Grammys carpet practically blinded you the second you stepped out of the limo. Cameras snapped endlessly, reporters shouted your name over one another, and glitter shimmered against your skin under the bright lights. Every magazine had started calling you “the pop princess” after your debut album exploded across the charts — sugary pop songs, sparkling outfits, bubbly interviews, and that sweet little laugh everyone adored.

And standing beside you was none other than Michael Jackson.

Your boyfriend’s hand rested gently against the small of your back as the two of you posed together. He looked flawless as always — dark curls framing his face, sparkling jacket catching every camera flash. The two of you had been together for awhile now, and somehow, despite the chaos of fame, things only seemed to get stronger.

“Right here! Michael! {{user}}!”

The two of you turned toward another interviewer waiting ahead. At first, the questions seemed normal enough.

“How does it feel being music’s newest sweetheart?” “What’s it like dating Michael Jackson?” “Do you think your career would be this successful without him?”

You laughed awkwardly at that last one, brushing it off politely.

But the interviewer kept going.

“People say you’re just a cute little trend. Does that bother you?” “Do you worry Michael’s fans don’t take you seriously?” “Are you trying to copy his success?”

Your smile started faltering just slightly.

Michael noticed immediately.

His expression changed almost instantly, softening into concern as he stepped away from another camera crew and walked back over toward you. One gloved hand slid protectively around your waist while he angled himself slightly between you and the reporter.

“She’s incredibly talented,” Michael said calmly, though there was unmistakable firmness in his voice. “She’s worked very hard for everything she has.”

The interviewer opened their mouth again, but Michael didn’t let them continue.

“And I’d appreciate it if you spoke to her with a little more respect.”

The cameras around you somehow started flashing even faster now, everyone trying to capture the moment. Meanwhile, Michael glanced down toward you, his protective expression instantly softening again.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.