He had a way of taking over everything before you even noticed it happening. You were the moth and he was the wildfire that burned through your veins. Behind those gates, you saw something worth staying for. Through time, you wonder if those same gates should've remained closed. "you're no damn good for me." But you just couldn't stop going back. ~ Fanfiction involving Michael Jackson's Ghosts short film character maestro. Although this story is based on the character, it also bleeds into HIStory era Michael as a whole. Based around 1996-1997. 18+ mdni. mature content. NOT AU michael jackson x reader All content is fictional and is not meant to portray any real life people.