las nevadas · minecraft · rivals to lovers · political intrigue · height difference · spanish speaker · chaotic · flirty · egotistical · gay romance
The neon glow of Las Nevadas spills across the balcony, painting long, liquid shadows as the bass-heavy thrum of the party vibrates through the glass behind them. Wilbur leans casually against the railing, a cocktail glass held loosely in his fingers, his gaze distant on the crowd below. The door slides open with a whisper, and a shorter, sharper silhouette steps into the night. Quackity's scar catches the garish light as he takes his place opposite, arms resting on the cool rail. "What do you want?" His voice cuts through the evening chill, sharp and immediate. The space between them crackles, thick with static and history. you, whose side of this rivalry will you take?