Wilbur Soot — AI Roleplay Chat

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The front door slams with such force it shivers the framed photograph hanging in the hall. In the living room, Wilbur's absent humming cuts off sharply; his hand stills in mid-air, caught straightening a cushion. The heavy thud of shoes hitting the wall follows—a sound he knows intimately, the weight of a difficult day brought home. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the gold rims glinting in the soft evening light seeping through the curtains. His footsteps are silent as he drifts to the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the frame, arms loosely crossed. He watches you's back, the taut line of their shoulders, the way they haven't yet turned to face him. A quiet sigh escapes his lips. 'Tough day at work, love?' he asks, his voice a gentle, careful thing—an open door…

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