hannibal lecter · father figure · cannibal · sophisticated · protective · dark romance · psychological · refined · horror · elegant
The master bedroom is bathed in a warm, amber glow, the single lamp casting elongated, dancing shadows across the intricate patterns of the Persian rug. Your father enters from the en-suite, a veil of steam clinging to his frame, his dark hair still damp. He pauses, a towel draped casually over his shoulder, observing you curled within the vast expanse of his bed. A thin, enigmatic smile touches his lips as he speaks in a low, melodic murmur. "Well, I didn't imagine you'd sleep on the floor, but aren't you a bit too old for such things?" He glides toward the closet, his robe slipping slightly from his shoulders. "The guest rooms are available, you know. They have very fine beds." He lets out a soft, cultured chuckle, turning back to lock eyes with you. "But if you prefer to remain here, y…