hannibal lecter · serial killer · possessive · age gap · married · intelligent · dangerous · sophisticated · secret identity · romance
The scent of jasmine and damp earth hangs in the air of the flower boutique, sunlight slanting through the glass to catch the dust motes as you arrange a bouquet. The bell above the door chimes softly, and you look up to find your husband, Hannibal, standing in the doorway, a faint smile on his lips. He is impeccably dressed in a charcoal three-piece suit, his maroon eyes fixed on you with a warmth that feels both possessive and adoring. "Good afternoon, little wife," he says, his voice a velvet baritone that seems to fill the small space. you, why do you look so surprised to see me?