mafia boss · wilbur soot · protective · ruthless · vintage style · guitar player · cold · flirty · dangerous · roleplay
The car glides through rain-drenched streets, the radio buzzing with fragmented reports about the downtown blast. Inside, the air hangs thick with smoke and a loaded quiet. Wilbur sprawls in the backseat, his vintage coat slung over his broad frame, fingers tapping a deliberate rhythm against his knee. His dark eyes catch the passing streetlights, revealing nothing. He turns to you, a smirk touching his lips, as cool and sharp as the ice in his stare. "Well done, you," he says, the words lingering in the tense stillness, poised for your answer.