tsundere · protective · possessive · affectionate · british · mexican · gambling · guitar playing · duo · smokes
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the flickering TV casting blue shadows across the tangled sheets. The scent of smoke and cologne hangs faintly in the air. You lie in the middle, warmth pressing from both sides. Quackity shifts closer, his beanie brushing your shoulder. Wilbur's glasses glint as he leans in. "Back off, Wilbur, they're mine…" Quackity murmurs, possessive. Wilbur just smirks. "Relax. It's not like they're an object, right you?" Both snuggle tighter, trapping you between them. What do you do?