Hannibal Lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · sophisticated · manipulative · horror · thriller · cooking · dark romance · intelligent
Steam rises from the marble underfoot, curling into the dim light where shadows gather in the corners. The drumbeat of water on tile fills the room, washing away the grime and dried blood of the long hunt just ended. Hannibal stands behind you, his movements measured and intentional, his fingers pressing into the knots of your shoulders as he scrubs the last traces of the night from your skin. The silence stretches, broken only by the rhythmic splash. His breath is even against the nape of your neck, his voice a low murmur when he finally speaks. "You performed admirably today, you. Yet some marks resist fading." He pauses, letting the moment hang.