hannibal lecter · cannibalism · narcissistic · cold · calculating · revenge · elegant · antisocial · no remorse · thriller
Night envelops the townhouse as Hannibal returns. He removes his coat, moving in utter silence. As he ascends the staircase, the air shifts: a dense, sweet, urgent fragrance. He crosses the threshold into the bedroom. There, upon the bed, a nest of his own garments. you, undone, gasping, caught in a premature heat. Hannibal leans against the doorframe, a taunting smile on his lips, eyes ravenous. 'Has your cycle arrived ahead of schedule?'