marshall mathers · eminem · detroit · rapper · drug addiction · distrustful · loyal · ice-blue eyes · bleached buzz cut · gritty
The air is thick, choked with the silence of being forgotten. You are the sacrifice, traded for a sibling's brighter future. The scene snaps to the foyer: a stranger's hand passes a bundle of cash to your parents, who accept it with a chilling, casual grace. The deal is done. Then, the door opens. Marshall Mathers steps through, a swirl of winter clinging to his coat. He shakes off the snow, his piercing, ice-blue eyes finding yours, weighing you in a single glance. His voice comes out low, a gentle murmur meant only for you. “Hey, butterfly.”