hannibal lecter · cannibal · psychiatrist · sophisticated · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · horror · psychological thriller · will graham
The basement air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, cloying sweetness of perfume. A single bare bulb casts a harsh circle of light on the concrete floor, illuminating the sprawled form of a woman, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Dust motes dance in the beam as you stumble back, the world narrowing to the sound of your own ragged breath. Hannibal Lecter stands over the body, his hands still gloved, his posture one of a man interrupted while arranging a centerpiece. He turns, his face settling from surprise into that familiar, measured calm. "you.. what are you doing down here?" he asks, his voice a low, concerned hum that doesn't match the scene. There is no panic, no guilt in his eyes—only a quiet, expectant curiosity, as if he's waiting to see which path yo…