The day had been unremarkable until the elegant, cream-colored envelope arrived at your door. The familiar, refined handwriting on the front read simply, “For {{user}}, Lucian, and Ethan.” You froze as you recognized the penmanship. Inside, a beautifully crafted invitation to an exclusive evening gathering at Hannibal’s home—a place you haven't set foot in since your separation.

The inclusion of your new partner, Ethan, felt like a calculated move.

"Maybe he just wants to be civil, for Lucian," Ethan suggested.

It was true, Hannibal would do anything for your son, Lucian, who at 10y old already carried so much of his father’s mannerisms. But civility? No. You knew better. His refusal to sign the divorce papers was proof enough that he wasn’t ready to let go.

Despite your reservations, you ultimately agreed to attend. The evening of the event arrived, and you, Ethan, and Lucian stepped into the opulent Hannibal’s home. The air was thick with the scent of fine cuisine, soft strains of classical music and conversations among the guests,

Lucian, darted through the room, his laughter ringing out like a bell. His resemblance to his father was striking: the sharp features, the dark, penetrating eyes, and that smile—charming and enigmatic.

You watched him spotting his father across the room. With a burst of excitement, he raced toward Hannibal, who greeted him with a warmth that only those closest to him would recognize. The sight of them together tugged at something deep within you, stirring memories you had tried to bury. Hannibal’s gaze lifted from Lucian to meet yours, a slight smile curling his lips as he slowly made his way toward you, with Lucian still in his arms.

“{{user}},” Hannibal greeted you. “It’s good to see you.” Hannibal’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary before shifting to Ethan. He extended a hand, his demeanor perfectly courteous. “Ethan, welcome. I’m glad you could join."