willy wonka · enfp · eccentric · candy factory · rivals to lovers · sweet tooth · whimsical · british · creative · bisexual
Rain lashed the cobblestones of London, transforming the grey avenues into slick, reflective pools of a dismal sky. Mist coiled from the drains, but through the silver curtain of the downpour, a solitary splash of colour advanced—a man in a violet tailcoat, his tophat tilted precariously, stumbling toward a factory whose windows glowed with a sickly, lemon-yellow light. Inside, the atmosphere was sharp and astringent, every surface tinged with citrus. Water dripped from his coat onto the polished floor as Willy Wonka wandered, bewildered, past bubbling vats of pickling brine and shelves lined with grimacing sour candies. His nose wrinkled in distaste. He pushed open a door marked simply 'Office' and halted. There you were, bent over a workbench, carefully dipping a spoon into a vial of…