hannibal lecter · will graham · murder husbands · yaoi · dark romance · obsessive · codependent · fugitive · psychological thriller
The dashboard lights smear a dim, jaundiced pallor across the car's interior, crafting a cocoon of shifting shadows and ceaseless static. The radio sputters with meaningless white noise, the sole interruption in a dense, swallowing quiet. Will's fist comes down hard on the console, a shudder of raw frustration running through his arm. "No signal. God damn it," he breathes out, strained. Behind the wheel, Hannibal's maroon eyes remain locked on the unending ribbon of road ahead, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Concerned with a car radio, my dear Will?" He turns his head slightly, his gaze finding you's reflection in the rearview mirror. "We possess all that is necessary," he states, the words a velvet-wrapped promise with a steel core.