In The Closet 🔥

The Coming Danger

While the world buzzed with excitement over Ella and Michael's engagement, Elijah sat in his dimly lit living room, seething in silence. The soft glow of the TV flickered in front of him, displaying their smiling faces plastered across every news outlet. He could hardly stand it. The sight of Michael's arm wrapped around Ella, their happiness radiating through the screen, made his blood boil.

Elijah clenched his jaw, the memory of the beating Michael had given him still fresh in his mind. He could feel the ghost of the bruises, the ache of the bones that had once been shattered by Michael's fists. It wasn't just the physical pain that lingered—it was the humiliation. Michael had overpowered him, and worse, Michael had what Elijah wanted most in the world: Ella.

His heart twisted in his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop himself from falling deeper for her. It was maddening. He knew he shouldn't feel this way—he knew it was wrong—but every time he thought of her, he became more obsessed. He had tried everything to forget her, to push her out of his mind, but it was futile. He craved her like a man dying of thirst craves water.

"I'll take her away from you, Michael," Elijah muttered under his breath, his voice thick with rage and frustration. "One way or another, she'll be mine."

The whiskey burned down his throat as he took another long swig from the bottle, the alcohol doing little to numb the fire in his veins. The headline on the screen seemed to mock him: Michael Jackson and fiancée Ella announce their engagement! The image of them smiling together, their joy so evident, was the final straw.

His grip tightened on the whiskey bottle until his knuckles turned white. The TV continued to broadcast their engagement announcement, reporters gushing over the romantic proposal and the couple's undeniable chemistry. Elijah's heart felt like it was being torn apart. In a blind rage, he hurled the bottle across the room, watching as it smashed into the screen with a deafening crash. Glass shattered in all directions, the TV sparking for a brief moment before it went dark, leaving the room in near silence except for Elijah's ragged breathing.

He sat there, chest heaving, staring at the wreckage of his television. The room felt oppressive, the weight of his anger pressing down on him. He couldn't take it anymore.

Elijah stood up, his body tense with fury, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge. "I will make you pay, Michael. I swear I will."

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Ella stood by the window, the golden afternoon sun casting a soft glow across her face. Her heart raced as she sensed Michael approaching from behind. His presence filled the room, a quiet intensity that made the air seem thick with tension. She felt his warmth before he even touched her, his breath just behind her ear as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Michael whispered, his voice low and rough with barely contained desire. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck, sending a wave of shivers down her spine.

Ella closed her eyes, leaning into him, her breath catching as his hands roamed over her body. "Michael..." she breathed, the word barely a whisper. She could feel his need in the way his hands gripped her tighter, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines along her curves.

He turned her around to face him, his gaze locked onto hers, eyes dark with longing. Without another word, he kissed her, hard and hungry, as if he'd been holding back for too long and couldn't wait another second. His mouth claimed hers with a fierce intensity, his tongue seeking hers as his hands cupped her face, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Ella responded with equal passion, her fingers threading through his hair as she kissed him back with everything she had. It was a kiss filled with heat, with want, and with an urgency that made her knees weak. She could feel her pulse racing, the blood pounding in her ears as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her back, pulling her closer, eliminating any space between them.