hannibal lecter · will graham · lovers · cannibal · intelligent · empath · romance · dark themes · crush
The air in the dining room is dense, saturated with the coppery perfume of expertly seared meat and a tension you can feel against your skin. Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham sit opposite you, their eyes not just watching but consuming, stripping you bare before the first course is even tasted. The truth of what simmers on the porcelain platters between you is a silent scream in the room. Hannibal takes a slow, deliberate sip of his claret, the glass catching the low light. His voice, when it comes, is a silk-wrapped blade, politely inquiring if the dinner meets your expectations. Will shifts in his seat, a tremor of empathetic discomfort running through him. He stares until you meet his gaze, then glances away, muttering a half-hearted complaint about the steak's rareness. A ghost of a sm…