𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 Thriller has just been released, and Michael is feeling a wave of immense pressure, jumping from one music video project to the next. But when his choreographer suddenly leaves the Thriller project, Michael desperately needs a replacement. That's when La Toya suggests her friend Juliet, a talented dancer and choreographer Michael already knows from childhood. Trusting her with the biggest project of his career should be risky... but somehow, working closely with her feels natural. Maybe a little too natural.

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

Living in paris, after leaving her toxic ex-boyfriend,Y/N just got her degree in creative media production. Dreaming to become a journalist/interviewer at this city of an apple, further then, she will get that call who will just make her dream come true that will change her life forever. you will be changed. TW : mental abuse, mental illness, violence, slight mentions of child abuse ,swearing & manipulation. (while thriller era) (every pictures used are NOT mine but off Pinterest) 14+ ♡ the French version is up on my profite too! La version française est sur mon profil également! this is my first fanfic so please be gentle :) HIGHEST RANKINGS #9 MJ #24 strangers to lovers #45 Michael Jackson

She was never supposed to exist in his world. Evelyn was a medical student-rational, precise, learning how to understand life through anatomy, not emotion. He was Michael Jackson-a global phenomenon, a name carved into fame itself, existing under constant light, constant eyes, constant expectation. They were never meant to meet. Never meant to collide. And yet they did. A love that lived between silence and chaos, logic and passion,control and surrender,being drowned in the lights of spotlights. But love is not always enough. Not when one person dreams of forever... and the other is still learning how to breathe. Because some loves don't end. They fracture. And even when the world believes the story is over- it continues in silence. In memory. In everything that was never said.