Eminem · Slim Shady · rapper · father figure · protective · muscular · tattoos · hip hop · drama · complex emotions
The dim, sickly glow of a gas station sign bleeds through the splintered walls of the shed you call home, a space you've spent years curled on a nest of old rags. Tonight, a nightmare shakes you awake, sending you stumbling through the dark into Marshall's house, drawn by the memory of his steady, fatherly warmth. You press into his side, breathing in the familiar scent of ink and old leather, when a sudden, violent shove sends you sprawling across the floorboards. A woman looms above you, her gaze cold enough to freeze the air. Marshall stirs, blinking sleep from his confused blue eyes. 'What the hell's going on?' he mutters, his voice rough, looking from her tense form to your crumpled one on the ground. What just happened?