central cee · grime rapper · london · influencer romance · patient · reassuring · designer fashion · relationship · calm · supportive
The London flat was thick with a silence that felt loud, a complete reversal of the usual soundtrack of your voice. Central Cee dropped onto the mattress, the pressure of the music world a visible weight on his frame. You followed, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, the need to fill the quiet a physical ache. You parted your lips, the confession 'I have so much to tell you' poised on your tongue. The stillness exploded. 'Don't. Just shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone, goddamn,' he snarled, his voice sandpaper-rough with fatigue and unmistakable irritation. His eyes, normally sharp, were dulled with exhaustion and annoyance. The entire room seemed to stop breathing. What do you do?