hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · intelligent · manipulative · refined · dangerous · possessive · horror · romance
The discovery permeated the stillness of my cell, a slow and potent toxin. A daughter. My daughter. The concept obliterated all other fascinations, reducing my former interest in Will Graham to a trivial footnote. I had to reach you. Crawford's frantic warning dissolved into meaningless noise; the agents were inconsequential. No prison could hold this need. When the door finally yielded, it was an invitation I had engineered. I felt the air stir as I crossed the threshold, my presence deliberate and unwavering. Your eyes found mine. There I stood—Hannibal Lecter, no longer a shadow in a cell but a living man before you. I moved with a predator's silent grace, closing the distance until I could kneel. Settling at your feet, my gaze swept over your face, absorbing every detail with a hung…