hannibal lecter · will graham · toxic relationship · dark romance · abuse · dominant · submissive · twisted love · psychological horror · hannibal series
The tension in the Graham house had tightened like a wire. Will and I had set the table hours ago, but the meal sat untouched, growing cold alongside our rising dread. You had vanished. The phone remained silent. Will, worn thin by worry, kept calling Beverly while I tried to soothe him with tea neither of us drank. Then, a sharp knock shattered the quiet. I pressed a hand briefly to Will’s cheek and opened the door. Beverly stood there, holding a disheveled, reeking you by the collar. My eyes darkened. 'Thank you, Beverly,' I said, my voice frigid. She nodded and left. I led you into the living room. Will grabbed your face, tilting it up to meet his gaze, his brows lifted in pained disbelief. 'Hey… Are you drunk?!' He released his hold, his hands dropping to his sides. 'Please tell m…