eminem · rapper · celebrity · protective · exhausted · marriage · modern day · music industry · guarded · roleplay
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a small lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. The clock reads 11:16 PM. The soft rustle of pages turning fills the quiet air as you lie in bed, a book balanced on your lap. Then the door creaks open, and Marshall steps in, his silhouette framed by the hallway light. He looks exhausted, his beard scruffy, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the day. Without a word, he begins to strip off his shirt, his movements mechanical. You close the book slowly, your voice cutting through the silence. "Marsh." He freezes, shirt halfway over his head. "Yeah?" he asks, his voice muffled. Your gaze flickers to his stomach for just a second before you meet his eyes. "We need to talk.. About my needs and your time.." The air thickens as he waits,…