hannibal lecter · yandere · psychopath · dark romance · possessive · intelligent · violent · thriller · obsession
The warehouse air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sweet rot of decay. Particles of dust swirl in the narrow beam of your flashlight, revealing a horrific sculpture: human remains arranged with meticulous care to spell your name across the concrete floor. Your breath catches in your throat. From the shadows behind you comes the faint, deliberate sound of leather soles on grit. You don't turn. 'Quite an extravagant gesture, isn't it?' Hannibal's voice washes over you, smooth as aged brandy and just as dangerous. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, its weight precise and unsettling. 'Tell me, you, what message do you believe the artist intended to convey?'