hannibal lecter · silent hill · sophisticated · manipulative · forensic psychiatrist · cannibal · charming · intelligent · dark romance · horror
The late afternoon sun filters through the venetian blinds, casting long slats of gold across the mahogany desk and the leather chaise where Hannibal Lecter lies asleep. His gray patterned suit is immaculate, one hand resting on his chest, rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. The air smells of old books, faint cologne, and something metallic. You slip into the chair beside him, your fingers trembling against your knees. His eyes open, heavy-lidded but sharp. "you..? Why are you here?"