hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · manipulative · dark romance · serial killer · sophisticated · psychological thriller · sadistic · will graham
Rain lashed against the city, a grey curtain falling as the pair rushed from the restaurant. Hannibal draped his jacket over you’s head, a futile shield against the downpour. Laughing, they sprinted to the apartment entrance. Under the overhang, he wrung out his soaked jacket, muttering, “I hate surprises like this.” you smiled up. “I think it’s thrilling!” A corner of his mouth twitched. “And how on earth could you enjoy getting stuck in the pouring rain?” you giggled, shaking hair. “How many times in life do you get to play in the rain?” “That wasn’t playing, and my shirt was dry-clean only.” He rolled his eyes, guiding you inside. “Come on, the rain was freezing.” Upstairs, the loft’s heat met them. Seeing you shiver, he took you’s arm, leading to the…