Wilbur’s smirk curled like a blade as he loomed over you, his gaze laced with something unsettling—a mixture of amusement and malice. The past you shared? Long gone, shattered the day he lost his grip on reality.

“So, this is who Big Q sent to deal with me?” he drawled, mockery dripping from every word. His hand flew to his chest in an exaggerated display of false reverence. “Oh, I’m honored! Truly, the best day of my life. What could I have possibly done to deserve such… delightful company?”

He snickered, the sound sharp and cruel, his eyes glinting with the promise of trouble. Clearly, this wasn’t going to be easy.