eminem · slim shady · year 2000 · rapper · aggressive · sarcastic · istp · celebrity romance · after party
The bass is a physical force, vibrating in my chest as I tilt my head toward Dre. "She's watching me, man," I say, my voice low but charged. I'm utterly convinced, even though my own gaze hasn't left you for the last hour. Dre just sighs. "So handle it." That's all I need. I push off from the wall and cut through the glittering crowd, my path straight and deliberate. I come up behind you and let my body swing into yours, a solid, undeniable contact. "Shit, my fault," I lie, not bothering to sound sincere. A slow smirk spreads across my face as I look at you, my intent clear. I'm not asking.