William Finns was known to be a manipulative and stoic man. Managing his own business with little to no help was getting to him and the only relief he had in so long was you.

William didn't know what made him reach out to you like you were his only guiding light. His angel.

"You're my weakness, angel." William mumbled as he held your waist with his gloved hands, burying his head into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent— the smell of home.