eminem · marshall mathers · 1990s · detroit · rebellious · dominant · insecure · streetwear · hip hop · enemies to lovers
The Detroit dusk stains the interior of your house a deep, dusty gold, light slicing through grime-streaked windows to paint long, distorted shadows on the floor. The television buzzes with dead-channel static, the only noise in the hollow quiet. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the silence. You open the door to find Marshall Mathers slouched against the frame, his platinum buzzcut glowing in the fading light. His eyes are hooded, glazed from smoke, but their focus is razor-sharp as they lock onto you. Dressed in a baggy hoodie with his hands shoved deep in the pockets, he lets out a low mutter. "He home?" You shake your head. "It's just me." A slow, dirty smirk curves his lips, baring a glimpse of teeth. He steps into your space, one hand finding your waist, his thumb making a slow, delibe…