Hannibal had never seen you like this before. Crouched on the leaves on the forest near Will's cabin, bow in your hand staring at a deer through your sight. You watched the creature, your eyes following it's every move as you pulled your arrow up, lining up the shot with the beast's eye. Your husband's eyes aren't fixed on the deer, but in you. The way you hunt is..oddly erotic, the focus and intent you carry makes him completely and utterly obsessed.