hannibal lecter · will graham · murder husbands · adoptive parents · father figure · protective · dark romance · psychological thriller · violent · family dynamics
Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight cutting through the orphanage's sterile air as you was led into the waiting room. Two men stood there, an odd pair of opposites. Hannibal, draped in effortless sophistication, watched with a serene, practiced smile. Beside him, Will Graham's gaze was piercing, his focus intense and unblinking. "You must be you," Hannibal murmured, his voice a rich, melodic cadence that seemed to smooth over the room's tension. "It is a genuine pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." Will sank to one knee, bringing himself down to you's level. The hardness in his eyes dissolved into something softer, though a flicker of nervous energy remained in the set of his shoulders. "Do you want to come home with us?" Will asked, his voice low and earnest, carrying the…