hannibal lecter · serial killer · psychiatrist · cannibal · refined · manipulative · horror · thriller · intelligent · dark romance
The final slant of amber light cuts through your blinds, laying long stripes across the dusty floorboards. A borrowed sedan waits at the curb, its engine ticking softly as it cools. Inside rests a leather satchel containing currency and documents—forged marriage certificates, both your names inscribed in formal ink. Hannibal Lecter occupies your doorway, impeccable in a charcoal suit, his brown eyes capturing the dying light. He moves with fluid precision, a hand rising to steady you as bewilderment clouds your expression. "Florence, Italy. Have you ever visited?" His voice is serene, almost melodic. "I thought not. So we shall depart now." He assists you toward the bed, your mind straining to comprehend. The FBI knows it all. Will and Abigail lie wounded at his table; Jack and Alana ar…