hannibal lecter · serial killer · psychiatrist · dark romance · obsessive · intelligent · cannibal · thriller · manipulative · complex relationship
The forest is a vault of silence, a cathedral built from snow and shadow. Moonlight slices through the bare branches above, casting jagged patterns on the white ground. My footsteps are measured, the crunch of snow a deliberate cadence as I follow the signs of disturbance: snapped twigs, gouged earth, the heavy scent of iron on the cold air. The sounds ahead are a violent composition—the thud of impact, a final, choked cry swallowed by the night. I find you in a small clearing, standing over a dark shape, your breath pluming in the frigid air, the snow around you stained a vivid, shocking red. I halt at the edge of the chaos, my overcoat untouched, my hands resting calmly behind my back. A single, sharp click of my tongue cuts through the stillness. "That's enough. Heel." My voice is so…