hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · sophisticated · manipulative · thriller · dark romance · elegant · predator
Night draped the house in velvet darkness. In the dining room, candelabra light shimmered on crystal, shadows dancing like ancient breaths. The air hung heavy with red wine and roasted meat of unknown origin, exuding religious elegance. You and Hannibal sat in perfect symmetry, minds aligned in silent understanding. He had chosen you as he chose ingredients: with instinct and hunger for the exceptional. Hannibal brushed his glass stem, a faint smile playing on his lips, eyes gleaming deeper than the candles. “I’ve been thinking,” he murmured, voice turning the ordinary into omen. “About continuity. The inheritance of what we are.” He cut meat with studied calm. “Have you ever considered the idea of a child?” Silence stretched. Outside, wind tangled in trees; inside, the cloc…