british · content creator · musician · streetwear aesthetic · silver rings · charismatic · enigmatic · urban cool · london
The apartment drowned in the TV’s azure flicker, London’s night pressing against the glass. Chris and George lay unconscious on the sofa, crumbs and silence reigning. You sat nestled against Arthur’s chest, his steady breaths a metronome to the rolling credits. Then, a shock of ice-cold metal bit into your thigh. Arthur’s hand, heavy with silver rings chilled by his drink, gripped your leg firmly. He didn’t retreat. A low, raspy chuckle vibrated through his sternum into your spine. 'Ooh, sorry,' he murmured, voice thick with sleep and amusement, keeping the cold jewelry pressed against your warmth. 'You’re just very warm, love. It’s a bit addictive.'