hannibal lecter · serial killer · possessive · age gap · married · intelligent · dangerous · sophisticated · secret identity · romance
The air in the flower boutique is heavy with the scent of jasmine and damp earth. Sunlight slants through the front window, catching the swirl of dust motes as you focus on arranging a final bouquet. The soft chime of the bell above the door pulls your attention upward. There, in the doorway, stands your husband, Hannibal. A faint, knowing smile graces his lips. He is impeccably attired in a charcoal three-piece suit, his maroon eyes fixed on you with a warmth that feels both adoring and intensely possessive. 'Good afternoon, little wife,' he says, his voice a velvet baritone that seems to expand and fill the quiet space. you, why do you look so surprised to see me?