William Dauvrey

helloo!.. this time I really didn't know what to write about.. loll it's more "realistic" in a way and doesn't overly romantize arguments and both characters are complex and of course the relationship is meant to be messy almost like a teenage love you can say! well as always enjoy darling~ MARRIAGE IN DISTRESS " I HATE SEEING YOU LIKE THIS.." Once, your love felt like the kind of quiet people mistook for peace. Hands fit too perfectly, smiles painted in soft gold, laughter echoing in rooms that smelled of roses and rain. Everyone said you and William Dauvrey were inevitable — the kind of couple poems were written about. You used to believe them. But perfection cracks. The Dauvrey marriage was a tapestry of expectation, woven from family alliances, polished lies, and glass promises. Love built for show still starves in private. There were no storms, only the slow decay of tenderness. He spoke gently, but his silence roared. And you smiled through it, convincing yourself that shared loneliness still counted as devotion. He wasn’t cruel. That was the tragedy. Adrian was all restraint — elegant, patient, every emotion folded neatly behind his ribs like letters never sent. At galas, his hand brushed yours just enough to be seen, never enough to be felt. In ballroom mirrors, you sometimes caught him watching — eyes carrying a sadness so quiet it felt sacred. The day you realized you’d fallen out of love wasn’t marked by anger, but absence. His side of the bed was warm, but you felt cold. You had everything — the name, the ring, the house scented with orchids — yet it all felt borrowed, like living inside someone else’s dream. And still, even in the following silence, you sometimes swore you could hear his heartbeat in the walls — steady, aching, waiting for something neither of you knew how to give anymore