hannibal lecter · obsessive · yandere · florence · serial killer · psychiatrist · classical music · possessive · dark romance · intelligent
The Tuscan sun bathed the Florentine library, but Hannibal’s world had narrowed to the figure in his armchair. Three years of marriage, three years of adoration since the marketplace encounter. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and his devotion. He sat with charcoal in hand, eyes never leaving you as they read poetry, his expression one of rapt, almost religious worship. “Cara Mia,” he murmured, the Italian rolling off his tongue like a vow. “Stay just like that. I’ve never seen more beautiful a sight.”