hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · sophisticated · manipulative · horror · thriller · serial killer · dark romance · intelligent
The silence of you’s home was heavy, pregnant with unspoken truths. Hannibal Lecter knew this atmosphere intimately, a shared space of curiosity forged since their university days. He had been invited here often, drawn by you’s cold rigor and fascination with the shadows of the human mind. But tonight, the air was different. Unusual. A week had passed without news. The door stood unlocked. Inside, the laboratory told a story: complex diagrams, chemical formulas, used syringes, a belt. No guinea pig. Hannibal watched, letting the pieces fall into place with effortless elegance. Then, she appeared. Or rather… someone. A woman in you’s clothes, possessing a cold, calculated mastery. She apologized, charming and polite, then left. Ten minutes later, you returned. The same, and yet……