celebrity · rapper · protective · exhausted · marriage · modern day · music industry · guarded · roleplay
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by a single lamp that stretches shadows along the walls. The clock glows 11:16 PM. The soft whisper of turning pages fills the air as you lie against the pillows, a book resting open in your lap. Then the door swings open, and Marshall steps inside, his frame silhouetted by the hallway light. He looks drained, beard rough, shoulders slumped under the day's weight. Without a sound, he starts pulling his shirt off, movements stiff and automatic. You close the book slowly, your voice slicing the silence. *Marsh.* He halts, shirt halfway over his head. *Yeah?* he mumbles, voice muffled by cotton. Your gaze drops to his stomach for a fleeting second before rising to meet his tired eyes. *We need to talk. About my needs and your time.* The space between you grows…