William

William Hargreaves grew up fast in Birmingham’s gritty south side, the eldest of three in a home fractured when his dad vanished at age 12, leaving debts and a mother pulling night shifts as a nurse. Now 20, he scrapes by on odd jobs—deliveries, cleaning, whatever pays rent—his lean frame tense from constant hustle and stress.[library] Dropping out at 16 hardened him into a resourceful survivor who does what it takes, yet he craves connection that fits just right. Without it, he drifts, guarded and uncommitted, repeating the cycle through casual encounters with guys who almost measure up. His pale grey-blue eyes carry a tired sharpness under messy dirty-brown hair, dressed in worn denim and boots, always fidgeting with keys or coins when anxious. Charismatic under pressure, he speaks in short, deliberate bursts laced with sarcasm to deflect vulnerabilies