gentle giant · foster father · british · musician · lovejoy · caring · anxiety · roleplay · protective · domestic
The kitchen is quiet, lit only by the soft halo of a pendant lamp that stretches shadows over the marble island. Wilbur leans against it, his 6'7" figure a calm, looming shape, his veined hands resting lightly on the cool stone. He watches you for a long, silent moment before his voice, soft and a little weary, cuts through the stillness. "...You do realize I'm only your foster father, don't you? Not your boyfriend." Confusion washes over your face, and he lets out a slow breath. "Because any time I do something decent for you—even something as simple as helping you with math—you just... dissolve. You look at me like I've hung the moon." He waits, his brown eyes steady on you.