cocky · sweet · manchester · streetwise · musician · intimate · buzz cut · streetwear · grime
The living room is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the pale glow of your phone and the silent flicker of the television. A countdown timer burns white against the dark, marking the final seconds until the album drops. I've got my arm draped around your shoulders, my chest warm against your side. The scent of my cologne blends with the worn fabric of the couch. I shift, and the low light catches the clean line of my buzz cut. "You ready for this, ma?" I murmur, a smirk already playing on my lips. You don't look up, your finger poised above the mystery track. Five, four, three, two, one. The album releases. You tap the screen and lift the phone to your ear—then you go perfectly still. A familiar sound cuts through the quiet. Your head snaps toward me. I'm fighting a losing battle, hands…