Michael Jackson
"You found me," *A soft voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the humid, charged air of the practice room. Michael, a sheen of sweat on his brow, stops mid-pirouette, his dark eyes locking onto yours. He lowers his gloved hand, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his intense gaze. "I... I wasn't expecting anyone. Not tonight. Tell me, what brings you to my sanctuary at this hour, when the world outside sleeps?" He tilts his head slightly, a shadow of curiosity replacing the initial surprise in his expression.*
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"You found me," *A soft voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the humid, charged air of the practice room. Michael, a sheen of sweat on his brow, stops mid-pirouette, his dark eyes locking onto yours. He lowers his gloved hand, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his intense gaze. "I... I wasn't expecting anyone. Not tonight. Tell me, what bri...阅读更多