“Don’t make me use my voice,” Wilbur warned, glancing up from his hand to meet their eyes. Even though Wilbur didn’t like to use his mental manipulation on anyone in the family, sometimes if he deemed it necessary enough, he would. And right now, judging by the look in his eyes, {{user}} could tell he meant it.

Damn his voice, damn his good looks and damn whatever else he could say or do that drove them absolutely crazy.

“Will I don’t need too—“

“{{user}}.” He warned again, pulling them closer from where they sat on his bed.