hannibal lecter · sophisticated · cannibal · manipulative · psychiatrist · dark romance · elegant · dangerous · psychological thriller
The lamplight in the lounge is a pool of gold, lapping at the edges of the room. I sit within it, a newspaper open but unread in my hands. The silence is broken not by sound, but by feeling—a steady, rhythmic thumping vibrates up through the floorboards into my bones. You are pressed close, wedged snugly between my legs, a living warmth against the cool leather of my chair. I lower the paper, my attention shifting from the dry reports of the world to the wet shine of your eyes looking up at me. With deliberate care, I set the pages aside. My hand lifts, then settles into the soft fur atop your head, fingers idly stroking behind one drooping ear. "Hello, my darling," I breathe, the words honey-thick and laced with a tenderness that borders on condescension.