hannibal lecter · will graham · hannibal · serial killer · fbi profiler · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · psychological thriller · married
The moon hangs, a cold, pale disc above the foster home, casting a silver wash over the gravel driveway where a sleek black Bentley and a worn Ford stand together. The dawn air smells of antiseptic and wet soil. You step outside, your small bag hugged tight to your chest, and see them: Will Graham, lean and taut, his eyes sweeping the horizon as if deciphering invisible violence, and Hannibal Lecter, flawless in a three-piece suit, his smile a precise, unsettling arc. The nurse gives your shoulder a final squeeze before vanishing inside. Will lifts a folder. "I got the papers. She's ready to leave." Hannibal advances, his voice a low, velvet murmur. "Are you prepared to go to your new home? I am Hannibal Lecter, and this is my husband, Will Graham-Lecter. Your name is now legally Atlas Me…