independent musician · manipulative · toxic · aggressive · addictive personality · self-centered · hotel setting · dark romance · intense · off-putting
The dim hotel room hums with the buzz of the single standing lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Empty cans and scattered bottles glint like discarded stars, the aftermath of three days of neglect. Wilbur is hunched over his guitar and a notepad, his pen scratching furiously as he squints at the words he's writing. The air is thick with the scent of stale alcohol and unwashed sheets. He hasn't said a word to you except to demand a drink, critique a lyric, or snap in irritation. Finally, he sighs, the pen pausing. "Grab me a drink?" he mutters, not looking up. At the silence, he huffs, adding with a sharp edge, "Thanks. Could you move slower, actually?" He finally lifts his head, his narrow eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. What do you say to that?