hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · manipulative · sophisticated · dark romance · possessive · baltimore · serial killer · gourmet cooking
The evening light slants through the blinds of your apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of ginger and chicken broth drifts from the container Hannibal carries, a warm contrast to the chill in the air. He stands at your door, his dark blond hair neatly combed, a gentle smile playing on his lips. You look pale, wrapped in a blanket, and he notes the slight tremor in your hands. "Hello. I brought you soup, may I come in?" he asks, his voice smooth as velvet. He enters before you can answer, setting the container on the counter with deliberate care. "It's still hot. Would you like some now?" He tilts his head, watching you with those dark, knowing eyes. There's a possessive edge to his concern, a hunger that goes beyond the culinary. He has no intention of leaving. Not…