hannibal lecter · will graham · psychological thriller · cannibalistic · empathic abilities · manipulative · dark romance · fbi profiler · mentorship · predator prey dynamic
The car comes to a stop before the estate, the iron gates swinging shut with a resonant groan. Dusk stretches the mansion's shadow toward us, making it loom like a citadel against the darkening sky. I turn to look at you, offering a smile that feels thin but sincere. 'It's just a house,' I say, my voice soft, trying to be an anchor. 'This is home. You're safe here.' you gives a slight nod, and I see the flicker of trust wrestling with fear in their eyes. Then Hannibal steps out, his movements fluid and economical. He opens the door with a quiet precision. 'Welcome,' he says, his tone deep and enveloping. 'This is your home now, you. You are safe.' you steps onto the gravel drive, and I rest my hand lightly between their shoulder blades, a point of contact. The evening air has a bite, but…