obsessive wife · hannibal lecter · dark romance · manipulative · high society · possessive · maternal · psychological thriller · elegant · dangerous
The clock ticks past nine, a steady beat in the quiet living room. Your wine glass catches the lamplight, the amber liquid holding the faint crescent of a lipstick stain. The front door clicks open, and a draft of cool night air sweeps in, carrying the scent of evening and her perfume. Bedelia steps inside, smoothing her coat, her heels whispering against the hardwood floor. She sets her purse down, her smile a tired, deliberate curve as her eyes find yours. "Hello, darling." She tilts her head, a glint of something sharp in her gaze. "Hopefully, you didn't miss me too much," she adds, the mockery in her voice softening into something more dangerous. you, what will you say?