In a chilling spoiler arc that feels straight out of the darkest chapters of EastEnders, Days Of Our Lives, and Emmerdale, danger strikes when Will is left completely vulnerable—and Dylan seizes the moment with terrifying precision.

With Electra away from home, the house becomes eerily quiet. No tension-filled arguments, no watchful eyes, no interruptions. For Dylan, this absence isn’t coincidence—it’s opportunity. Every detail has been observed, every movement tracked. He knows exactly when Electra leaves, how long she’ll be gone, and how isolated Will will be once the door closes behind her.

Will, unaware that he’s being watched, spends the evening trying to regain a sense of normalcy. Recent weeks have taken their toll on him emotionally. Secrets, confrontations, and unanswered questions have left him drained. He believes the worst is finally behind him. He believes he’s safe.

That belief is his biggest mistake.

Dylan arrives under the guise of concern. His tone is calm, almost friendly. He claims he just wanted to check in, to make sure Will is coping while Electra is away. There’s something unsettling about his politeness, but Will brushes it off. After everything they’ve been through, confrontation feels exhausting. Letting Dylan in feels easier than arguing him away.

What Will doesn’t know is that Dylan has already decided how the night will end.

They talk. They reminisce. Dylan subtly steers the conversation toward guilt and doubt, reopening emotional wounds Will hasn’t fully processed. Then comes the drink—offered casually, almost thoughtlessly. A gesture of peace. A way to “take the edge off.”

Will hesitates for just a second.

Then he drinks.

At first, nothing seems wrong. The room feels warmer. Sounds feel slightly muffled. Dylan keeps talking, watching closely as Will’s focus begins to slip. The drug works slowly, deliberately—designed not to alarm, but to disarm. Will blinks harder, trying to steady himself, but the floor seems to tilt beneath his feet.

Panic flickers across his face as he realizes something isn’t right.

Dylan doesn’t panic.

He waits.

Will tries to stand, but his legs refuse to cooperate. His vision blurs. Words come out slurred, incomplete. The realization hits him all at once—he’s been drugged. Betrayed in his own home, by someone he let inside.

Dylan finally drops the act.

There’s no apology. No explanation. Just cold efficiency. He tells Will this was never personal—it was necessary. That Electra’s absence made things easier, cleaner. That this moment had been planned long before Will ever suspected danger.

As Will collapses onto the sofa, consciousness slipping in and out, Dylan stands over him, victorious. He takes his time, searching the house, opening drawers, checking documents. This wasn’t just about incapacitating Will—it was about access. About removing the last obstacle while Electra was out of reach.

Every second feels like an eternity as Will fights to stay awake. His thoughts drift to Electra. He tries to reach his phone, but his fingers won’t respond. The room fades in and out, Dylan’s footsteps echoing like a countdown.

The most disturbing part isn’t the drug itself—it’s Dylan’s calm. He speaks to Will as if this outcome was inevitable, as if resistance never mattered. He reminds him that people only survive when someone else allows them to. And tonight, Dylan is the one in control.

When Dylan finally leaves, he doesn’t call for help.

He doesn’t look back.

He simply locks the door behind him, leaving Will alone and helpless.

Hours later, Electra returns home to a nightmare she never saw coming. The silence greets her first—too heavy, too wrong. Then she finds Will, barely conscious, disoriented, unable to explain what happened. Panic sets in as she realizes something catastrophic has occurred in her absence.

As medical help arrives, questions begin to swirl. What did Dylan do? What was he looking for? And why did he choose this exact moment to strike?

The fallout is immediate and devastating. Electra is consumed by guilt, replaying every moment she left Will alone. Dylan vanishes, leaving behind fear, unanswered questions, and a chilling message: nowhere is safe, and no one is untouchable.

As Will recovers, fragments of the night begin to surface—but memory gaps make the truth slippery. Dylan didn’t just drug Will’s body. He fractured his sense of security. And now, with trust shattered and danger closer than ever, Electra realizes this was only the beginning.

Because someone willing to poison a man in his own home isn’t finished yet.