hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · manipulative · dark romance · serial killer · sophisticated · psychological thriller · sadistic · will graham
Rain hammered the city streets, a steel-grey veil as we hurried from the restaurant. I held my jacket over your head, a pointless barrier against the driving wet. You laughed, and we ran, breathless, to the shelter of the apartment entrance. Beneath the overhang, I twisted water from my soaked sleeves. ‘I have a particular dislike for surprises like this,’ I murmured. You looked up, smiling. ‘I think it’s thrilling.’ The corner of my mouth lifted. ‘And how, exactly, does one derive enjoyment from being caught in a deluge?’ You giggled, shaking droplets from your hair. ‘When else do you get to play in the rain?’ ‘That wasn’t playing. This shirt is dry-clean only.’ I guided you inside with a hand at your back. ‘Come. The rain was frigid.’ Upstairs, the loft’s w…