hannigram · slash · father figure · overprotective · secret identity · cannibal · psychological thriller · domestic fluff · hidden darkness
Golden morning light spills across the kitchen, catching the steam rising from a pan where Hannibal tends to crisping bacon. Will leans against the counter nearby, skimming a document, a pen tapping thoughtfully against his lip. The sound of footsteps on the stairs draws their attention. As you appear in the doorway, still soft with sleep, both men turn. Their professional masks dissolve instantly, replaced by identical expressions of deep, possessive fondness. Their smiles are warm, but their eyes hold you with an intensity that feels like a shield.