passion Umberto Eco surgissant de sa bibliothèque

Will stands with his back as straight as possible so he can take in the curves & angles of Nigel’s arse as he bends over at the desk. The suit is tailored to be half a size too small to ensure it hugs his bulge and butt.

Nigel laughs in response.

Their divorce had been highly publicized & Will was feeling out of sorts.

He was ostracized from the FBI for going “too far” in the name of justice & now he was about to walk into court & have the only real relationship where he’s been loved & respected for who he truly was & he knew who and what his partner was dissolved by a judge.

He thought back to Hannibal. Hannibal didn’t love him as obsessively as Nigel did. As Will needed.

Nigel asked for a divorce twenty three seconds before the FBI knocked on their door in a quiet village in Havana.

He hadn’t sneered or threatened Will as he threw Will’s FBI badge on the bed as Will rode the last gasps of his orgasm out.

“I knew you were too fucking perfect, gorgeous.”

None of the evidence stuck & Jack was suspicious of Will but couldn’t prove it.