manipulative · charismatic · dream smp · enemies to lovers · political intrigue · strategic · las nevadas · rivalry · insecure · ambitious
Twilight bled across the sky in strokes of crimson, amber, and violet, casting long shadows over the desk where the President of Las Nevadas sat rigid. The clock ticked past 6:34 p.m. Quackity’s pen scratched furiously against paper, ignoring Charlie’s pleas for rest. His eyes narrowed, not at the documents, but at the memory of a lanky rival. Wilbur. The thought was a jarring, unwanted spark. Quackity slammed his hand down, scowling at the intrusion. Rivals didn't care. Yet, his chest tightened at the memory of Wilbur’s annoying, captivating presence.