Trey sat on his couch in the narrow glow of the LED strip light that rimmed his ceiling, his trackies tugged low, skin still glistening from his last session. The message from Ambrose pulsed on his screen—each word hitting like a bassline dropped straight into his chest.
Ambrose was back. And different. Diamond different.
Trey read it again, slower this time, mouthing bits of it like scripture.
Glossy. Dazed. Dripping.
He swallowed thickly, eyes unfocused as his fingers traced the gold and Diamond band around his own neck—the one Ambrose had given him when everything started to shift.
It hadn't just been a vibe, it was a conversion.
Trey remembered Ambrose. Buzzed fade, gold hoops, voice full of static and velvet. He'd looked half-possessed, riding the edge of pleasure and transcendence. But this… this was post-human.
He sat up slowly, caught a glimpse of himself in the dark mirror across the room. Wet lips. Hooded eyes. Tracks of spit on his chin. The trance was already playing in his bones and he hadn’t even started yet. Ambrose’s words did something.
Trey grabbed his phone, unlocked it with a shaky thumb, and hit record.
Video Message to Ambrose
Trey leans in close. Shadowed jawline, glinting earring, breath heavy.
“Bruv…”
A pause. He touches his necklace, lets his tongue drag slow across his lip.
“You look wrecked in the best way. Diamond got you gleamin’. I can feel it, fam. That pulse—straight down my spine.”
He lowers the camera, showing the thick rise in his trackies, the faint gold sheen on his abs.
“I ain’t touched it yet. Ain’t earned it. But I will. Gonna go glassy with you. Chronic chavcore. Mind mashed. Whole body vibin’ under that Diamond drip.”
He grins—lazy, lust-glazed.
End.
Trey collapsed back, breath catching, the first notes of the trance already rising in his ears. Not music, but memory—Ambrose’s moans, the glow of something irreversible.
He didn’t need to chase status.
He’d let it take him.
Welcome home, bruv. @findingambrose49
Sounds like Scotland proper did you in—better than we even thought, innit. Mind all glazed, vibes maxxed, like you brought back somethin' extra.
You ain't just back, bruv… you’ve taken Diamond to a whole new level, fam. Straight up unreal. Can’t lie, I’m itchin’ for it, bruv.
Oi bruv, since you still readin’ this… let Ambrose @findingambrose49 make you shine, innit. Go full glow, fam. Ain’t no turnin’ back now.
