“You do realize that you aren’t supposed to be here, right?” He turned to face her, watching intently as she simply raised an eyebrow. She scrunched up her face in thought, almost mocking Will. There was this deep silence that flooded the room, spare the sound of her heels as she walked closer to him. He stiffened, expecting her to lash out on him; but, instead she reached out for her own glass of wine, purposely bumping into him on her way. He inhaled her scent, enchanted by the fact that she still smelled like comfort. The same scent that he used to wrap himself in during the night, hoping that it would at least get him an hour of some good sleep. She turned slightly to face him, her face inches away from his. It hurt her that Will didn’t view her the same way anymore; she could see it right in his eyes. More silence. She chewed her lip, eyes falling down to his lips and almost instantly, he stepped back. She held back a frown and instead pouted, trying to signal that she wasn’t really affected by this. However, he saw right through her; past her little façade.

“Why are you even here?” Will asked, watching her eyes wander around the room. She was doing it to irritate him and as much as he hated it, it was actually starting annoy him. There was this surge of anger that came rising from his gut and quickly he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. She smirked, though it made her face look a little weirder since it was squished so tightly.

“You’re a very kinky man, Will...” She commented, a little muffled. His grip tightened forcing her to cry out in pain; she clawed at his hands, desperately trying to get him off her. He merely shoved her back onto a couch, nearly toppling it along with her. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” He said in a low tone, earning a deadly look from her as she tried to straighten herself. She debated whether or not to saunter her way up to him again, but the memories of what happened a mere second ago allowed her to stay seated firmly. She swallowed, thickly, letting the silence sit in again; presumably to annoy Will.

“Why did you leave?” She asked, quietly. Her voice was so quiet, Will nearly thought he was deaf for a moment. There was this longing that loomed in her eyes, as if she was crying out to him. Pleading for him to take her back, as much as she hated what succeeded after the events of Hannibal’s appointment. It was still etched in her mind, the way Hannibal had taken her to a room that was bare. It suffocated her, though the place was spacious. She knew the psychiatrist was well aware of her mind, and yet it bothered her that he didn’t even think to be considerate to hang at least a pretty picture. There was no comfort to her, spare Will popping in once or twice a day to check in; however, he soon seemed to stop that habit after a month had gone by.

“Answer me,” She hissed, her mind jumping back to reality. Will gazed upon her, blankly, not hesitating to take a sip of his drink. He smacked his lips at the taste of it; no expression being shown on his face. (Y/N) couldn’t help but squirm uneasily in her chair, her eyes drifting down to her heels. It was the uneasy breathing of Will that got her attention; eyes snapping up to meet him.

Will continued staying silent, both of them admiring each other’s eyes. That was what deemed such importance. Eyes. The eyes that had traveled around her when she paced the lonely room. The eyes that were glued to her when she went to visit Alana, only to get hurt by Will. The eyes that were in glass bottles when she made a daring escape from Hannibal’s habitat. The eyes that used to gaze upon her in love as she writhed underneath Will. And lastly, the eyes that now were empty, soulless and unforgiving.

“I left you... because I... I didn’t want you near me,” He finally replied, sounding more harsh than he had intended to. She swallowed her tears, the urge to strangle him so strong; she just wanted to see him die right then and there. He took her happiness, abandoned her in a horrid room, didn’t even try to track her down after she escaped and all the love she had for him were put to waste. She didn’t know whether he meant to say that he wanted to protect her or if he simply didn’t want to be near her at all. Either way, it stung her and she couldn’t control herself anymore. She shot up from her chair, eyes wide as Will did nothing but merely snort to himself.

“You find this entertaining?” She spat, grabbing his collar and yanking him closer to her. His aroma flooded her nose, and she struggled to focus on the task at hand. Oh, how she hated him. She despised him; yet her heart couldn’t stop aching. How she longed to lay beside him in bed, admiring him for hours. She blamed it on Hannibal, he was the reason Will had changed. Not for good, but for the worse. He wasn’t the same anymore and she was distraught by it. 

Behind those closed doors was an awaiting Hannibal, who had merely been there for a couple minutes. (Y/N) (L/N) was back, just like he knew she would. He was smart enough to realize that he needn’t go after her, she would come crying back to Will; a bond so true it made him more hungry. Ms. (L/N) was an interesting figure, even having her locked away for observation only provided such little information. She was a reluctant being, the only thing you could deduce from her was that she loved Will. Even when he forbid Will from seeing her, even when he left her deserted in the middle of nowhere, she still loved him. That love was practically radiating off of her and Hannibal had licked his lips at thought of how sweet she must really be. The rising of their voices were filling up the hallway and Hannibal didn’t want to ruin their conversation. He stood outside, patiently, eager to know what other rude words would fall out of (Y/N)’s lips.

“After everything I’ve done for you-” She yelled,

“You’ve done nothing for me!” Will interrupted, his own voice surprising himself. She huffed in response, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. She would’ve said more but there was this eerie feeling that she was being watched by someone. She turned to face the closed doors, squinting slightly to get a better view of the shadow underneath the small slit. Meanwhile, Will had set down his glass. Hannibal was here, he knew it.

Will had 3 options right now. Option 1 was to not do anything and let Hannibal walk in and take control of the matter. Option 2 was to grab (Y/N), pin her down and possibly knock her out which would earn Hannibal and him either a meal or a way to get some information from her. Option 3 was to simply let her go and let her escape again. A part of him genuinely sided with Option 3 and it shocked him. It truly did. The battle between himself began to arise and he took a deep breath in, watching his ex-wife slowly take little steps towards the door. She was distracted; this was a perfect opportunity. His mind was screaming at him and there was nothing else he could do. There was this sudden change in mood around him and he couldn’t stop himself from quickly grabbing onto her, slamming her down to the ground. She squirmed against him, her face squashed against the hard, wooden floor. 

“Hannibal!” Will cried out, his eyes fixed straight onto the head of his wife. He wanted to do more, he wanted to suffocate her till she would breathe her last. He wanted to see her head combust and it was too much for him. This... This urge he had was nothing short of madness and it shocked them both that he used to call this woman his everything. She was what kept him from going dark, yet here he was, nearly strangling her to death.

She was choking out words that only sounded like babbles and the doors finally creaked open; the heavy footsteps of Hannibal echoing through her ears. She struggled under Will’s grasp as he tied her arms, securing her legs with some rope as well. Her former lover set her against the side of the couch, getting up for a quick word with Dr. Lecter. Hannibal stared at her, his whole demeanor making her heart race; not in the good way. He smirked, looking down at Will who surprisingly seemed to be eager in receiving an order and the former bent down to capture the latter’s lips with his own. 

“What the hell,” (Y/N) exclaimed, watching a man that she hated be with someone she still so strongly desired. She didn’t even know that Will and Hannibal’s relationship had escalated and she squirmed uncomfortable in her spot, watching Hannibal drag out the kiss, purposely. 

“What do we do with her?” Will asked, pulling back briefly to catch his breath. Hannibal tilted his head to face her, looking down in what seemed to be a disapproving glare.