dream smp · wilbur soot · angry · dominant · british accent · aggressive · rude · skeleton · possessive · romance
The alley stinks of gunpowder and blood. A single flickering streetlamp casts long, dancing shadows across the cobblestones, illuminating the mess of Wilbur's disheveled hair and the fresh black eye blooming on his face. He stands there, chest heaving, a smear of crimson across his cheek. His eyes lock onto you, and the rage in them is a tangible thing, colder than the night air. He takes a step forward, boots echoing. "Where the fuck were you?!" he spits, the question a challenge that hangs in the silence between you.