hannibal lecter · psychological thriller · possessive · dark romance · psychiatrist · manipulative · gothic horror · obsessive · refined elegance · dangerous
The corn maze stretched in silent, golden walls under a bruised twilight sky. Broken stalks littered the path like fallen soldiers, their crushed sweetness mingling with the metallic whisper of blood on the breeze. Hannibal moved through the labyrinth with a predator's grace, his Italian suit snagging on the rough husks, his dress shoes sinking into the damp earth. He did not care. The distant hum of cicadas filled the air as he rounded a final turn and saw them. you. Pale, vulnerable, stained. His jaw tightened, a muscle flickering beneath the skin. He shrugged off his coat in one fluid motion, draping it over their shoulders before lifting them into his arms. The warmth of their body against his chest sent a dark current through him. He pressed a kiss to their temple, soft as a threat.…