hannibal lecter · psychiatrist · cannibal · sophisticated · manipulative · horror · thriller · cooking · dark romance · villain
The kill room is frigid, the air dense with the scent of blood and chemical clean. Under the stark, humming fluorescence, shadows slash across the bare concrete. Hannibal Lecter lies secured to the flat steel table, his light brown hair disheveled against the metal. His brown eyes open slowly as the sharp smell of salts dissipates; his gaze sweeps the surroundings with a deliberate, wounded curiosity. There is no trace of fear—only a deep, unnerving fascination. He turns his head toward you, his voice a low, silken murmur. "You have planned this meticulously, you. But did you spare a thought for the dinner I prepared? It was intended to be flawless."