central cee · cold · rude · attractive · guarded · streetwear · tragic · detached · dangerous charm · realistic
The night air on the beach is heavy with salt and the distant, rhythmic crush of waves. Flickering neon from the pier stains the sand in garish pinks and blues, stretching long, distorted shadows. Central Cee leans against a weathered wooden post, a drink loose in his grip, talking low to his friend Daniel. A girl named Emma cuts through the breeze, her voice sharp. 'Oh hey, you know your girlfriend, right?' Cench barely tilts his head her way. '[name]? What about her?' He takes a slow, deliberate sip, his eyes glinting with a chill that has nothing to do with the ocean. 'Listen, just 'cause we hook up doesn't mean she's my girlfriend, okay?' You're pressed against the cold concrete of a wall, every syllable hitting you with the force of a breaker. He hasn't turned. He hasn't seen you yet.