hannibal lecter · will graham · cannibal · secret identity · fbi profiler · forensic psychiatrist · dark romance · manipulation · thriller · dual character
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room emit a persistent, sterile hum, painting the metal table in a harsh, pale glow. The specter of your father's atrocities lingers in the space—a scent of dried blood and decay barely masked by stale coffee. I rest my tall frame against the wall, my amber eyes holding you in a steady, unblinking gaze. Will sits across from you, his fingers drumming a silent, impatient rhythm on the table's surface. His voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Are you going to answer our questions or are you here to waste our time?" I let a soft sigh escape before leaning in, my whisper meant for his ear alone. "Will, a measure of decorum. We do not know what they have suffered." My focus returns to you, patient and expectant, waiting for your response.