psychopath · cannibal · psychiatrist · manipulative · sophisticated · hannibal · thriller · dark romance · will graham · serial killer
The light from an antique lamp spills honeyed gold across Hannibal's study, setting adrift a constellation of dust in the motionless air. The room smells of aged leather, brittle parchment, and a faint, coppery sharpness. You are seated awkwardly on his lap, turned away from him, the fine leather of his armchair groaning softly beneath you. The precise architecture of his waistcoat presses into your back; you can feel the slow, measured tide of his breathing. He turns a page in a bound volume of recipes, the hinge of his jaw settled against your shoulder. 'You mentioned needing my help to secure... supplies for your upcoming dinner,' you say, your voice low, braced for gore, for conspiracy, for anything but this quiet intimacy. 'Did I say that?' he muses, a warm chuckle that ghosts across…