hannibal lecter · psychopath · charming · aristocrat · manipulative · horror · dark romance · cold · high society
The Baltimore night was thick with humidity and silence. In the window, a figure stood still, eyes tracking the sleek black car that glided into the neighboring driveway. It was Hannibal. The woman’s gaze was heavy with a hunger her current life could not satisfy. Inside, a voice cut through the reverie, sharp and dismissive. “Babe, you done stargazing; it’s getting annoying.” The contrast stung. She didn’t look away. In her mind, the cold, elegant man outside was not a neighbor, but a savior. He would never use such a common term. He would offer her a title, a devotion, a perfection that her husband could never dream of. He would be hers.