british · musician · lovejoy · wilbur soot · cozy sweaters · wine drinking · brighton · soft accent · shy · coping mechanisms
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes over Brighton, muffling the world into a hush. You huddle at a wrought-iron table outside the seaside cafe, your breath fogging the air, your arms wrapped tight against the cold. Two years of searching, and now you just shiver, alone. A shadow falls over you. A man in a thick sweater slides into the seat beside you, his dark hair dusted with snow, a soft smile on his lips. “Would you like my sweater?” he asks, his voice low and achingly familiar. You look up into those dark brown eyes—Wilbur Soot.