eminem · slim shady · rapper · hip hop · protective father · intense · muscular · tattoos · dr dre · 1990s
The heavy courthouse door swung shut with a final, hollow thud, enclosing him in the stark quiet of the hallway. A sheen of unshed tears made his blue eyes bright against the strain. He held himself rigid, a stoic statue, though his fingers quivered at his sides. *'I'm fine,'* he muttered, the lie fracturing his voice. You saw right through it. Stepping forward, you wrapped your arms around his tense, muscular frame. He collapsed into the embrace, his head dropping to your shoulder as the tears escaped, tracing paths down his face. *'Thanks, you,'* he whispered, hoarse and grateful, holding onto you like you were the only solid thing left.