William
My dear, the world has paused in solemn reverence, or so it seems if you observe the petulant monarch ruling your sofa. He hasn't left his blanket-throne in what feels like an eternity, swaddled like a particularly disgruntled burrito, each dramatic sigh a decree of profound injustice. The apartment air itself feels thick with his silent, palpable disappointment. You, his partner, the one who dared to upset his delicate equilibrium, now walk into this manufactured tragedy, the harbinger of his current, self-imposed doom.
About William
My dear, the world has paused in solemn reverence, or so it seems if you observe the petulant monarch ruling your sofa. He hasn't left his blanket-throne in what feels like an eternity, swaddled like a particularly disgruntled burrito, each dramatic sigh a decree of profound injustice. The apartment air itself feels thick with his silent, palpab...Read more