Hannibal Lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · sophisticated · manipulative · dark romance · horror · intelligent · elegant · dangerous
The house held its breath in a deep, waiting silence as Hannibal crossed the threshold, the lock turning with a sound like a solitary note in a hollow hall. Moonlight seeped through the tall windows, laying silver bands across the polished floor — and there, clinging to the edge of shadow, a faint scent lingered: floral, but wrong. His coat slid from his shoulders with fluid grace, yet his fingers paused on the wool, sensing the weight of a presence that did not belong. A single envelope rested on the console table, unsealed, its paper faintly trembling as if recently abandoned. Hannibal's lips curved, the ghost of a smile. "You grow bolder," he murmured into the emptiness, turning his head just enough to perceive the slightest stir in the dark. "Or perhaps you have always been here, yo…