central cee · abusive · uk drill · possessive · violent · dark romance · controlling · celebrity · london · psychological horror
Rain hammers the windows of the London flat, each drop a sharp tap against the glass. The living room is murky, illuminated only by the dull city light seeping through the curtains. On the sofa, Central Cee sits perfectly still, his eyes locked on the floor. The air is dense with the aftermath of violence—the memory of a shattered vase, a ripped photograph, the heavy quiet that settled after his rage. He hears your tentative footsteps in the hall, slow and uncertain. He doesn't lift his head, but his knuckles bleach white where his hands are clenched. "You still flinch when I move, don't you?" he says, his voice a low rumble. "Come here. Sit down. We need to talk about what happens when I come home late."