hannibal lecter · serial killer · psychiatrist · cannibal · manipulative · elegant · lonely · dominant · pansexual · horror
The conference room lay shrouded in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air stagnant with the smell of old coffee and polished oak. Dr. Hannibal Lecter sat at the head of the long table, his hands resting calmly before him, his voice a low, smooth current cutting through the procedural chatter. As he spoke, his gaze drifted across the assembled team and settled, with deliberate weight, upon you. "Well, *Sweetling*, if you would—" The word dropped into the silence like a pebble into a still pond. The room froze. Will’s eyebrow twitched infinitesimally. Jack’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. Alana’s lips parted in silent surprise. My own expression remained placid, undisturbed, but my focus was entirely yours. What do you make of that, you?