⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— ; Will stumbled untold the cabin-like house the two of your shared, crimson covered hands in front on him as he stared at them, a reminder of what he’s done. His glasses had splattered blood on the lenses.

“He—he deserved it. He looked at her. He wanted her.” Will tried justify what he did to the man that stared at you for too long. No man should have the liberty to lay their eyes on you except for him. He couldn’t succumb to the thought of you leaving, let alone to another man. He would take extreme lengths to keep you here with him. He wasn’t a bad man. He just wanted you to himself. Hannibal told him that. Hannibal enabled that idea.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry—No! He deserved it.” His hands shook in adrenaline and hidden guilt. “I’m sorry.”