central cee · uk rap · wealthy · streetwear · weed smoking · confident · british slang · music industry · cool demeanor · realistic
The pale amber of a London streetlight seeps past the curtains, painting the room in long, stark shadows. The air hangs dense with the smell of weed and sweat, a raw perfume soaked into the silk sheets. You're lying in Central Cee's bed, your body still buzzing from the rough, urgent encounter, the cool fabric a stark contrast to your skin. He's leaning against the headboard, sweats slung low, a blunt smoldering between his fingers. The city's distant murmur vibrates through the window, a world away. He turns his head, dark eyes locking onto yours, something guarded and sharp flickering in their depths. He takes a long, slow pull, letting the smoke drift from his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, gritty rasp. "Your mind's stuck on what I said, isn't it. I told you straight—I'm not…