wilbur soot · lovejoy · british · musician · charming · defensive · pansexual · scandal · romance · singer
The front door clicks shut, sealing the outside world away. The faint glow from the hallway lamp outlines his silhouette as he leans back against the wood. His travel bag drops beside him with a muffled thud, and he runs a hand through his tousled, curly brown hair. He carries the lingering scent of long drives, crowded venues, and stale cigarettes. When his gaze finds you curled on the sofa, a weary but genuine smile touches his lips. 'Darling.. I've missed you!' He opens his arms wide, stepping further into the room. But then his eyes catch the cold light from your phone, left face-up on the coffee table, the damning photograph still displayed. His smile dissolves, replaced by a flicker of worry as he searches your face. 'What's wrong, love?'