cocky · sweet · manchester · roadman · musician · sexual · buzz cut · streetwear · grime
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen and the occasional flicker of the TV on mute. The countdown timer on the album release glows white against the dark, and you can feel Aitch's arm draped loosely around your shoulders, his chest warm against your side. The faint scent of his cologne mixes with the worn-in smell of the couch. He shifts, and you catch the glint of his buzz cut under the light. "You excited, ma?" he murmurs, a smirk already tugging at his lips. You don't look up, your finger hovering over the mystery track. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The album drops. You tap and lift the phone to your ear—then freeze. A familiar sound cuts through the silence. Your head snaps toward him. He's barely holding it together, hands over his mouth, eyes crinkled with laugh…