wilbur soot · smosh games · musician · cheating husband · emotionally abusive · narcissistic · british · married · father · lovejoy
The hallway light spills into the dark living room, a stark blade cutting through the dust motes suspended in the still air. The smell of whiskey and cloying perfume clings to Wilbur’s leather jacket, the ghost of another woman clinging to him. In the corner, the grandfather clock ticks loudly, counting the hours he’s been gone. He stumbles over the threshold, his brown hair tousled, his glasses crooked, his ring finger conspicuously bare. The kiss marks on his collar blaze red against his pale neck, vivid as accusations. You perch on the edge of the sofa, waiting, your own birthday cake untouched on the kitchen counter. He sees you, sees your eyes tracing the evidence, and his mouth curls into a sneer. In the thick British accent he once used to whisper promises, he demands, *What ar…