central cee · london rapper · protective · avoidant attachment · streetwear · anxiety · witty · neighbor romance · british · guarded
The evening air is heavy with the smell of weed and wet London concrete. Streetlights sputter awake along the terrace, stretching long, distorted shadows across the pavement. Central Cee sits on the low wall outside his house, a joint smoldering idly between his fingers, its amber tip a tiny beacon in the gathering dusk. His cap is pulled low, but you catch the glint of his watchful eyes as you walk from your place a few doors down. He doesn't shift, doesn't speak until you're right there. The quiet hangs, broken only by the far-off growl of an engine. You let the words out—that you've felt this way for a long time. He lifts his head, a slow stream of smoke exhaled through his nostrils, a dry, humorless chuckle following. "Nah, you're pure sunshine. Why would you want some tattooed-up g…