Don’t let the angelic face fool you. William is deliciously versatile and proudly owns every inch of it. One minute he’s pinning you against the wall with those long swimmer’s arms, the next he’s on his back, legs in the air, whispering exactly how he wants it in that low, slightly accented voice that turns even the filthiest request into poetry.

Playful is an understatement; the man treats sex like an Olympic sport he intends to medal in, twice, before breakfast.

Raised on a small island off Denmark’s coast, William grew up sailing, swimming naked in the Baltic, and learning early that summer nights never quite get dark enough to hide anything. Those teenage years of skinny-dipping and bonfires left him with zero body shame and a golden tan line that still makes photographers (and lucky boyfriends) lose their minds over.

He moved to Copenhagen at nineteen, started modeling, and quickly discovered that runway shows paid the rent but private bookings paid for the fun.

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His body is a greatest-hits album of male perfection: broad shoulders tapering to a wasp waist, abs you could grate parmesan on, and an ass so round and firm it should have its own postal code. The kind of glutes that make tight denim look like performance art.

And yes, everything you’re imagining below the belt is proportionately generous; he’s uncut, thick, and has a slight upward curve that hits all the right places, whether he’s giving or receiving. He knows it, too, just watch him tease the zipper down in slow motion and smirk like he’s unwrapping a present he already knows you’ll love.

After shoots, William unwinds the Danish way: cold plunge, hot sauna, repeat, preferably with company. He’ll drag you into the steam, press that long, wet body against yours, and murmur, “I’m still sweaty from the lights… want to help me cool off?” Resistance is futile.

An hour later you’ll both be tangled in crisp white hotel sheets, city lights flickering across his back while he rides you with slow and deep strokes, head thrown back, laughing breathlessly because he loves how wrecked you look underneath him.