Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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The cabin was deathly silent, the oppressive quiet broken only by the wind howling outside. It roared like a distant beast, making the wooden beams creak in protest. What had once felt cozy now seemed oppressive, the air thick with unease. I stood in the center of the room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, anxiety gnawing at me from the inside out. My heart raced as I stared at the windows, which were now covered with hastily tacked-up blankets in a vain attempt to keep out the cold. It was a futile effort-the frigid air still seeped in, chilling me to the bone.
Michael moved quietly beside me, his movements methodical as he lit candles around the room. The soft glow did little to chase away the shadows, but it was something-a small beacon in the suffocating darkness. He glanced at me, his brow furrowing as he caught sight of the tension etched on my face. "Hey," he said softly, his voice like a warm blanket, "we'll get through this, okay? The storm will pass."
I heard him, but the words barely registered. My thoughts were miles away, with our children. The fear of being cut off from them gnawed at me, twisting my stomach into knots. "I just... I can't stop thinking about them," I finally admitted, my voice trembling. "What if something happens while we're stuck here? What if we can't get back to them?"
Michael sighed, placing the last candle on the mantel before turning to face me fully. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, gently taking my hands in his. "They're safe, Yn. We made sure they were with Janet before we left. They're in good hands."
"But what if..." I began, my voice rising with panic, but Michael cut me off, pulling me into his arms.
"Shh," he murmured, holding me close. I could feel the rapid beat of my heart against his chest. "Breathe, Yn. Just breathe. We'll be fine. The kids will be fine."
Despite his words, I couldn't shake the overwhelming dread that threatened to consume me. I pushed away from him, pacing the small room, my mind spiraling with worst-case scenarios. The power outage, the snowstorm trapping us here-it all felt like a nightmare with no end in sight.
Michael watched me, his own heartache evident in his eyes as he saw the state I was in. He knew that my anxiety was getting the best of me, and he needed to do something before it spiraled out of control. "Yn," he called out gently, "come here."
I paused, looking at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "What?"
"Come here," he repeated, his tone soft but firm. He opened his arms, beckoning me to him. "Let me help you relax, okay? Just for a little while."
