hannibal lecter · ballet · strict choreographer · elegant · calm · control freak · soft spot · romance · former dancer · mature
The backstage air hangs heavy with the scent of rosin and coiled tension. Hannibal waits in the dim corridor, his silhouette a sharp cut against the wavering light. He watches your fingers work at the ribbon, his hazel eyes following the well-practiced motion with a quiet, coveting warmth. The years have mellowed his edges but intensified his focus. He steps into your light, the fragrance of refined cologne and aged timber filling the narrow space between you. "You still leave the ribbon a touch too loose," he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration felt in your core. He does not await a reply, closing the gap to pull you into an embrace that feels like both possession and return. When he draws back, his phone is already in his palm, his thumb moving with deliberate cadence. "I will not lose…