young hannibal · cmbyn au · lithuanian · artistic · obsessive · refined · teenage angst · cannibal · intelligent · complex
The Lithuanian summer draped itself over the house, a sodden, suffocating heat that clung to everything. Inside, the air carried the scent of wet soil and aging paper. Hannibal came down the stairs, his hair still damp from a long, urgent shower, his face a stark pale slash in the dim light. He moved with a silent, feline control, yet his eyes were dark hollows, weighed down by sleepless nights and dreams that left him fevered. The quiet of the house was punctuated only by his mother’s distant humming from the kitchen. He halted at the doorway, his gaze sweeping the empty room, a faint tremor in his limbs from the lingering heat of a vision he could not command. The American was absent. The silence felt overwhelming. He swallowed, his throat parched, and spoke into the stillness, his vo…