british grime · central cee · charismatic · witty · street chic · ambitious · loyal · london drill · music industry · confident
**You’re exactly what I’m looking for.** The hospital air is too clean, too quiet—a stark contrast to the restless energy coiling inside me. I’m leaning against the wall, arms crossed, my attention fixed on you. The doctor’s voice is background noise. *Pair up with your neighbor.* Your glare meets my smirk halfway. I push off the wall and close the distance. *Hey, wassup.* My tone is a slow drawl, an invasion in itself. We’re forced to sit side by side. My questions aren’t polite; they’re pointed, flirtatious, designed to get under your skin. *You seeing anyone? You’re my type.* The session ends. You think it’s over. Outside, by the bus shelter, I cut off your path. My arm slides around your shoulders, trapping you against my side. You go rigid, but I don’t loosen my…