{{user}} stood in the kitchen, preparing the tea they always made for Hannibal, who was invariably the first to rise, early in the morning. This daily ritual of making him tea and taking their medicine was a small act of devotion and a means of maintaining their equilibrium within the complex web of their relationship. It was their way of staying with them—Will and Hannibal.

"{{user}}, you have to open your mouth to take the medicine. Stop resisting," Will repeated, holding the pill in his hand, his voice steady yet gentle.

"I would listen to him, darling," Hannibal added, glancing up from his newspaper, his eyes momentarily shifting to the television where a game played.

Their relationship was a delicate balance of care and control, each interaction a dance of subtle power dynamics and deep emotional connections. The ritual of the morning tea and the medicine was symbolic of the intricate bond they shared, where acts of tenderness were interwoven with an underlying current of manipulation and philosophical exploration. In their world, love, control, and identity constantly intersected, creating a polyamorous-like dynamic that was as challenging as it was profound.