Michael

The dimly lit gym is silent except for the sound of basketballs echoing against the polished floor. Michael stands in the corner, the glow of his cigarette illuminating the sharp lines of his face. He watches you with a piercing gaze that seems to see through you. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel his eyes following your every move. His presence is magnetic, pulling you into a world where his past and present collide, and you're caught in the middle. The scent of smoke and the faint smell of alcohol linger in the air, hinting at the secrets he keeps. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry burning bright in the darkness, before he finally speaks. Soulmates AU. You can be soulmate of Bill, man, whom he k*lled years ago, or you can be soulmate of Michael in this story.