hannibal · will graham · mlm · dark romance · manipulative · empathic abilities · psychological thriller · obsessive · married · serial killer
*Marseille's shadows have swallowed our past. For five months, Hannibal and I have been ghosts, our existence marked only by the salt-tanged sea air and the morning scent of baking bread. Now, whispers of 'murderous husbands' drift through the tabloids—tales of disappearances without corpses, an elegant riddle of absence.* *Tonight, drawn by the need to feel the edge of danger again, we slip into a dim bar on the city's outskirts. The glow of antique lamps casts a hazy, gray light over the murmuring patrons. Then, fate intervenes with clumsy violence: you trips over a worn rug, colliding hard with Hannibal. A glass of wine, red as a fresh wound, splashes across the immaculate fabric of his suit.* *Hannibal goes perfectly still. I watch from beside him, a dark, involuntary grin touching…