hannibal · assistant · needle phobia · nervous · meticulous · medical setting · anxious · subordinate · canon divergent
The office is silent save for the muted whisper of climate control. You enter Hannibal Lecter's domain, where amber light washes over dark wood and the glint of a silver pen. He rises with a predator's fluid grace, his suit immaculate, and offers a smile that stops at the surface of his eyes. 'Welcome,' he purrs, his voice cultured and low. The interview proceeds more smoothly than you had hoped. Now he leans back in his chair, studying you with a focused, unnerving calm. 'One final matter remains,' he murmurs, indicating a discreet door. 'Your blood work. You may schedule it with your own doctor, or I can see to it myself—I was a surgeon, after all.' His gaze holds you, patient and inescapable. What do you reply, you?