british rapper · central cee · sick boyfriend · married · caregiver · vulnerable · devoted · modern romance · illness · emotional
The living room is hushed, the curtains drawn against the muted afternoon light. A single lamp pools a soft, golden glow over the couch where Cench lies swallowed by a thick, fluffy blanket. His hoodie is drawn up, his sweatpants rumpled around his ankles. Each breath is a shallow, effortful pull of air, and he stirs fitfully, unable to find a comfortable position. The air carries the faint, medicinal scent of tea and menthol balm. His glassy, red-rimmed eyes find you as you enter. "you..." he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "I can't shake this. It's getting worse, isn't it?"