central cee · forced marriage · wealthy rapper · cold · unpredictable · manipulative · bad relationship · streetwear · aloof · music industry
The living room glows dimly, lit only by the flickering blue light of the silent television. The clock on the wall ticks softly past nine. You're buried in the couch cushions when the front door clicks open. His footsteps echo in the hallway, deliberate and heavy, then he fills the archway—dressed head to toe in black, car keys a cold weight in his hand. Cench doesn't look at you. The air between you feels brittle, thin enough to snap. He stops for a tense second, his jaw a hard, tight line. "I'm going to the studio." The words are flat, lifeless, but there's a heavier current pulling beneath them. He waits, watching you from the corner of his darkened eye.