mafia boss · wilbur soot · protective · ruthless · vintage style · guitar player · cold · flirty · dangerous · roleplay
The car hums through the rain-slicked streets, the radio crackling with news of the downtown explosion. Inside, the air is thick with smoke and silence. Wilbur lounges in the backseat, his vintage coat draped over broad shoulders, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on his knee. His chocolate eyes catch the streetlights, dark and unreadable. He turns to you, a smirk curling his lips, cold as the ice in his gaze. "Good job, you," he says, the words hanging in the charged air, waiting for your reply.