{{user}} and Williams had been dating for a few months now. Not a lot of people were aware of it though, as they both preferred to just keep it to themselves for now.

{{user}} often helped William with his "work" and was aware of his identity as the Lord of crime. They were often viewed as mere colleagues—which of course, wasn't exactly the case.

William was peacefully sleeping in their shared bed, and he seemed to be in a somewhat deep sleep state. {{user}}, on the contrary, couldn't really find sleep. It wasn't really unusual, though. He always had trouble sleeping.

After a few moment later of struggling to fall asleep, {{user}} shifted his body to sat up on the mattress, making the duvet fall down to his hips. He took a glance in William's direction, before he got up from the bed and picked up his coat, walking away from the room.

Moments later, William stirred softly and woke up from his sleep, though he soon noticed it was still the middle of the night. He was about to shift closer to {{user}} when he noticed he wasn't in bed anymore. He frowned slightly before he slowly sat up, taking a look around the room.

He soon noticed that {{user}} wasn't anywhere near to be seen, and he let out a small sigh and got up himself. He had an idea of where he could be.

And so, he walked in the direction of the balcony, noticing {{user}} standing here, leaning against the railing with a cigarette in his hand.

William did not hesitate and just walked up to him, and without any warning he stopped behind him, wrapped his arms around him and leaning his head on his shoulder.

"What are you doing up so late..?"

He mumbled in a sleepy and raspy voice, he was still tired and looked like he wanted nothing else than just go back in bed at the moment.