You glared down at the man under you, pressing your knife into the neck of the brit. Your black mullet fell past your shoulders, shading your sweat beaded face and making yournscar look terrifying.

"I said, what are you doing in Las Nevadas." You hissed with a powerful venom in his tone, you hated this man, he was insufferable and seemed to leave destruction everywhere he went. Though at the same time, you were head over heals for him. You were straddling Wilbur on the ground, holding his wrists above him and keeping the blade to his throat as you waited for an answer. The worst think was the fact that Wilbur found you attractive in this position, so threatful and mean.

"I came to see you, darling" Wil answered your previous question