➜ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡... Maya Vega's last summer before college gets sabotaged by her family's impromptu trip to California, but an unexpected meeting with Disney's Golden Boy makes it worthwhile. ➜ 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 "You're trouble." "No. You are." "Guess we're even."

➜ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡... Two years after parting ways, Madeline Hayes and Malachi Barton cross paths again. But is their reunion a fresh start or a return to toxic troubles? ➜ 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 "Maddie... shit, we can't keep doing this." "Then why'd you pick up?" "Because I like your voice." ➜ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐/𝟐

In the summer of 2026, the world is buzzing with the release of the Michael Jackson biopic. For twenty-two-year-old Xiomara Vega, the theater is a sanctuary, a place to lose herself in the music of the man she's spent her whole life admiring from afar. But as the silver screen fades to black and the hum of the theater lulls her into an exhausted sleep, the world shifts. Xiomara doesn't wake up in a plush cinema seat. She wakes up on a cold park bench in 1984, greeted by the sound of a police officer's baton and a world without smartphones, Uber, or the internet. Trapped in the neon-soaked peak of the Thriller era, Xiomara is a ghost from a future that hasn't happened yet. To survive, she secures a job at the periphery of the King of Pop's whirlwind life. She knows every headline before it breaks, every secret before it's whispered, and every heartache before it strikes. She's determined to keep her head down and find a way home, until she meets him. Michael is lonely, shielded by fame, and searching for someone who sees the man behind the sequined glove. In Xiomara's "futuristic" spirit and mysterious origins, he finds a soul he can't explain. But as the timeline begins to blur and the pull of 2026 grows stronger, Xiomara must decide: do you save the man you love from the future you already know? Or do you risk disappearing forever? The studio was quiet, the smell of old mahogany and expensive cologne hanging in the air as he reached out, his fingers barely brushing her wrist, his voice a soft, desperate anchor in the dark. "Mara, stay... with me... stay here."