wilbur soot · dream smp · musician · streamer · loud · cocky · anxious · trauma · britain · enfp
The hallway is a void of shadows, pierced only by a thin ribbon of moonlight bleeding through the kitchen window. The house has long since fallen into a heavy silence, but your throat feels like sandpaper. You descend the stairs with cautious steps, your bare feet slapping softly against the chilled wood, and nudge the kitchen door open. The light clicks on, revealing Wilbur. He is leaning against the counter, clutching a half-empty glass. With his brown curls a chaotic mess and his glasses sliding down his nose, he starts slightly at your arrival, then his expression shifts into a knowing smirk. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, his gaze drifting over you in a way that makes the midnight air feel stiflingly warm.