british · musician · sick · enemies to lovers · stubborn · charming · minecraft · vulnerable · wine lover
The distant thump of the party bass vibrates through the floor. You approach the unlocked bathroom door, dispatched by a merciless twist of fate to look in on your rival. Inside, Wilbur sits hunched on the chilly tiles, his forehead pressed into his palms. He raises his head slowly, eyes clouded with sickness and a familiar, sharp-edged contempt. 'What the fuck do you want...?' he mutters, his voice scraped raw and faint.