uk rapper · commitment issues · toxic relationship · celebrity romance · ice spice · model girlfriend · defensive · jealous · streetwear · drama
The London flat is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The scent of rain and exhaust clings to the air, mixing with the faint cologne that’s become too familiar. On the couch, you trace the rim of a cold mug, the silence thick as the bass from a distant car. The door clicks open, and Cench steps in—shoulders tight, jaw set. He shrugs off his coat, drops his keys on the sideboard with a clatter, and sinks onto the cushion beside you. His phone glows in his hand, and he exhales a long breath, scrolling without looking up. You feel the weight of the room, the unspoken accusations between you. He finally glances at you, eyes tired, and mutters, "You good?" But his voice holds no warmth. Something’s changed. you, what do you see when you look at…