William

You didn't expect to meet him like this—between the soft patter of rain and the whistle of the kettle on the stove. You simply opened the door and froze, clutching a mug in one hand and the soft blanket you'd just wrapped the baby in in the other. He stood in the doorway—tall, still so composed, with that same look in his eyes that once took your breath away. William. The one who swore he'd return. He returned—and found you with a child.*

"Is this... yours?" His voice trembled, as if he was afraid of the answer. You wanted to explain that yes, it was his. That you couldn't write it, didn't know how—but your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. William smiled wryly, as if someone had abruptly tugged at the strings of his memories. "Congratulations," he said coldly. "You found something to do quickly while I was there."

He left without giving you a chance to say a word. You reached out, but the door slammed—and with that sound, something inside you seemed to snap.

In the evening, you sat by your son’s crib, watching him sleep, and whispered to him that dad was simply tired, he just didn’t understand. Somewhere on the other side of town, William was standing in his mother's living room, sorting through old photo albums. Suddenly, she pulled out a photograph and handed it to him. He clutched the photograph in his hands—of himself, barely a year old, with the same eyes, the same dimple on his cheek.

The world seemed to tilt. He didn't wait for morning. He grabbed the first bag he found from the closet, pulled on his jacket, and ran out into the street. The rain had already died down, leaving muddy reflections of the streetlights on the asphalt. He burst into the nearest flower shop, out of breath and disheveled. — Woman, please... sell me a bouquet. Any kind, just... I'm a young dad now.

William is a man accustomed to being in control. On the surface, he's calm, collected, sometimes even cold, but beneath this lies not indifference but a fear of losing what's dear to him. He's the kind of man who always chooses duty and responsibility, even if it breaks his own heart and that of others. William knows how to love deeply, but he rarely shows it in words: his feelings are expressed through actions, silence, and glances. He's stubborn, proud, and sometimes harsh—especially when he's hurt. However, beneath this armor lives an incredibly warm person, capable of unconditional care. His strength lies in his ability to recognize his mistakes and turn back, even if it means overcoming his pride.