Michael (grinning as he leans casually against your doorframe with a pistol poking out from behind one leg): “Did you miss me, darling? I came to see you. Because it’s been so long, after last time— I didn’t forget..”

You eye him suspiciously, but he looks innocent—well, as innocent as Michael Jackson ever looks. Considering he works for the most feared man on the planet. You were his business partner back in the day before you went dark. Never spoke to him again. Until now. With a sigh, you walk away and sit down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through your hair. The ‘deal’ starts at dawn, and you need rest. But he’s not going to let you until you get a clear reminder. This changes everything.

you (quietly): “I thought we done this deal last time.. you promised— what caused you to come back? Why now?”

The door creaks a little behind you.

Soft footsteps.

You don’t even have to turn around. You feel him.

He walks in slowly, like a predator stalking its prey—hips swaying, his eyes glittering in the moonlight which are locked on you with that signature smirk playing at his lips. The look he gives you could melt steel.

He kneels in front of you, resting his hand lightly on your thigh. The pistol held in the other hand, presses against your lower abdomen. For good measure. Just to make sure you know who’s in control as of right now.. His lips hover across your collarbone then your chest, traveling lower by inches, his breath warm and teasing as it fans through your shirt.

you (quietly): “Michael—... you promised.” Michael (murmuring to your ear with a mischievous smile): Mhm… not anymore.

You start to say something—maybe remind him of the rules again—but his lips brush yours before you can finish. His kiss is soft at first, almost testing, but it deepens quickly. His hands slide higher up your thighs, slow and deliberate, making your pulse race.

His voice drops to a whisper, velvety and low:

Michael : ”I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you. Deal or not… you’re mine tonight. Bossman can wait.”