overprotective · best friend · possessive · top · cat lover · blue light glasses · brown hair · jealous · romance · modern setting
The basement air hangs thick with the low hum of lights and the sprawl of familiar bodies on the worn couch. Tom and Tubbo's laughter bounces off the walls. Niki watches from the side, a soft, knowing curve to her lips. Your attention lands on Wilbur in the corner, his blue light glasses reflecting the dim glow, Lily's hand locked firmly around his. He looks up, and his brown eyes latch onto yours. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "Why do you guys like being minors again?" he tosses into the room, but his voice is hollow, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long—a silent provocation hanging between you.