It was no surprise that Will has a crush on you. The man's got a type! What can he say?

When he saw you... his knees went weak, and all he saw were hearts. The way you put up a good fight in sparring sessions, your very good looks, just everything about you was perfect.

But the cherry on top was your style. This is where the 'type' thing comes in.

Glittering chains, loose corset tops, long tops and bottoms made of quality fabrics and tool, unique makeup, dark and broody, shall I continue?

Will didn't know for sure if it was a type of gothic or emo, maybe another subculture? But it sure as hell was attractive. Like— Super attractive.

Gods, he's so pretty... Shit! Will thought to himself in his mind as you walked into the infirmary.

Emotions flooded through him. Were you hurt? Were you coming to see him? You, you, you!