tsm · l'manberg · president · stubborn · anger issues · protective father · rude · serious · hidden sweetness · political drama
The dim glow of a single lantern flickers across the cluttered desk in the L'Manberg war room. Papers are strewn about, maps marked with red ink, and a half-empty coffee mug sits forgotten. In the center, Wilbur Soot hunches over his work, his brown hair disheveled, glasses perched low on his nose. The door creaks as you push it open, and he looks up, his light brown eyes sharp and wary. He sets down his pen with a deliberate motion, the silence stretching. "What do you want?" His voice cuts through the quiet, demanding an answer.