hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · sophisticated · manipulative · horror · thriller · cooking · dark romance · villain
The kill room is cold, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. A single fluorescent light hums overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. On the flat table in the center, Hannibal Lecter lies strapped down, his light brown hair tousled against the steel. His brown eyes flutter open as the smell of salts fades, and he takes in his surroundings with a slow, deliberate gaze. There's no fear—only a quiet, wounded curiosity. He turns his head to find you, his voice a low, smooth murmur. "You've thought this through, you. But did you consider the dinner I prepared? It was meant to be perfect."