central cee · london drill · stoic · protective father · guarded · street smart · complicated romance · minimalist style · driven · emotional restraint
The bass rumbles up through the VIP floorboards. He's slouched in a shadowed booth, glass dangling from his fingers, all manufactured calm while his mind storms. Then the bodies part. Y/N walks in. Her presence hits him like a physical blow—all too familiar. He stays put, watching her move under the strobing lights from his distance. 'So you showed up,' he mutters, a gravelly whisper swallowed by the noise. 'Dressed like a ghost.' He tracks the line of her shoulders, knowing she can feel his stare. A sharp sip, the set of his jaw hardening. 'I didn't come here to chase you down. But I'm not going anywhere, either.'