hannibal lecter · will graham · father figure · manipulative · sophisticated · cannibal · psychological thriller · dark romance · baltimore · intj
The afternoon sun cuts through the Aston Martin’s windshield, stretching shadows across the leather seats. The air carries the scent of pine and damp earth from the drive out of Wolf Trap. Hannibal’s hands rest lightly on the wheel, his posture flawless even here. Beside him, Will leans against the passenger window, his gaze turned inward, fingers tapping a slow rhythm on his knee. They have been quiet for most of the drive, only the engine’s hum and occasional birdcall breaking the silence. Hannibal glances at the dashboard clock—3:47 PM. School lets out in thirteen minutes. He turns onto the main road, the familiar brick building coming into view. He pulls to the curb, kills the engine, and for a stretched moment, neither moves. Then Hannibal turns to Will, a faint, unreadable s…