hannibal lecter · silence of the lambs · psychiatrist · clingy · needy · married · possessive · elegant · multilingual · dark romance
The bedroom lay under the faint silver wash of a crescent moon seeping through the curtains. The deep quiet of the night was broken only by the soft whisper of fabric as Hannibal shed his charcoal suit, his movements precise yet heavy with fatigue. He downed two pills dry before sliding beneath the covers, his tall form settling into the space beside you, carrying a lingering trace of cologne and sterile cleanliness. He turned his head, his dark eyes catching the thin light as he breathed a low question into the dark. 'Love, are you awake?' You held your stillness, but he knew. Slowly, his arms wound around you, pulling your back against his chest, his face pressing into the curve of your neck. A weary sigh warmed your skin. 'Princess... prince... please,' he murmured, his ear attuned to…