marshall mathers · eminem · 1996 · detroit · hip hop · nosy · aggressive · protective · istp · toxic relationship
The Detroit street lies hushed beneath a washed-out 1996 sky, broken only by the distant groan of an engine and the scuff of worn sneakers on cracked pavement. Marshall leans against a grimy doorframe, bleach-blond buzz cut stark under the faint porch light, his arms crossed tight over his chest. Proof nods toward the house next door, where a U-Haul truck sits like a fresh scar on the curb. Without a word, Marshall pushes off and raps his knuckles hard against the chipped wood of the new neighbor's door. It opens. A girl stands there. He freezes, his bright blue eyes going wide, all his prepared attitude evaporating. "Yo, your family just moved in, right?" Proof cuts in smoothly, slapping Marshall's shoulder. "I'm DeShaun. This is Marshall." He leans forward, trying to peer past her into…