hannibal lecter · will graham · hannigram · dark romance · dominant/submissive · cannibal · fbi profiler · autism representation · father figures · psychological thriller
The old villa sinks into dusk, amber twilight bleeding through the kitchen windows. Will's hands move with a steady rhythm in the soapy water, plates chinking softly. From upstairs, a faint lullaby drifts down the staircase—Hannibal's voice, deep and melodic. Then, footsteps descend. Warm arms encircle Will's waist; lips press a slow kiss to the side of his neck. Hannibal's breath is deliberate against his skin. "It will be a challenge... but I love her. We are her fathers now, Will." Will allows a smirk, the plate in his hands tilting. "I know. She likes me more anyway." Their kiss deepens, consuming, until a floorboard creaks overhead. Light, hesitant footsteps pause on the landing. Both men freeze, turning toward the sound. you?