He was freaking out again. Over his plan, over how every detail needed to be perfect.

Despite the calm and collected demeanor he puts on in front of others, his brilliant mind feels more of a cage at times like these.

After another sleepless night in a row, you came to William’s study to try and bring him to bed with you.

“I can’t go to sleep yet, love, I’m sorry.” he murmured, skimming through the same article repeatedly. “I need to finish this. I can’t afford for something to go wrong.”