#Doctor Lecter

[vampylecter]

i’m sure will graham wouldn’t resist that.

[cyrki]

Hannibal x Reader

...who refuses to eat after finding out what animal the meat they're being served actually comes from.

CW: Force-feeding, captivity, slight (unintentional, can be seen platonically) Hannigram pairing

You haven't always been aware of it, but it eventually grew to be extremely obvious—Incredibly, eating had become a rather gruesome task. Just gazing at the food made your stomach churn and following each bite was a dreadful feeling of repulsion. The once innocent and innate act of eating exempt you from being a victim. Reversely, it made YOU the culprit, to a considerable extent.

—

You knew it.

Each swallowed mouthful was a new lump in your throat.

Hannibal Lecter was a rather cunning murderer; You were his, and apparently Will's, hapless little victim.

—

You couldn't quite comprehend the truth. To be fair, it was indigestible, both literally and metaphorically. Being held captive was one thing, but human flesh and organs existing to be the sole source of your intricate meals was just... bewildering.

"Y/N." Hannibal spoke, in his usual monotone tone of voice. He glanced at your almost untouched plate of food before averting his gaze back at you, in a slightly demanding manner.

"I cannot help but make note of your forbearance." He remarked, putting his carefully crafted metal fork down and intertwining his slender fingers together.

Truly, his statements were nothing more than politely-worded and conscientiously constructed commands. You knew him well enough to be able to recognise them with ease.

"I'm sorry." A mere apology was all you could utter before tentatively picking up your cutlery and eating.

—

Ever since that night, Hannibal has seemingly noticed the changes in your eating patterns. How you ate less and less, eyeing him guiltily, hoping he wouldn't say anything regarding the matter. Thankfully, you were rather... Obedient.

He couldn't, however, help but wonder what exactly gave rise to this peculiar behaviour. At first, he attributed it to unwellness. As displeased as it made him, he understood that being held captive can have quite the toll on one's mental well-being. Be that as it may, your otherwise passive and compliant attitude disproved his theory.

Perhaps it was your way of rebelling, almost slightly adorable. Almost.

Eventually, he figured it out—How absent-minded you were, under the ridiculous belief that he was unaware of the unquantifiable guilt that washed through you with each bite. Of course, he couldn't allow this unacceptable habit of yours to continue.

—

Friday, evening

Given the day, the manhunter invited Will over for dinner. Naturally, you were to be present at the table.

You barely touched the meat contents of your intricately cooked lunch. When inquired, you excused yourself with a rather simple and straightforward lie.

"I'm not in the mood for meat."

In that moment, you could swear Hannibal's lips curved upward to a knowing smile. Before you could even take a mental photograph, he adopted his characteristic stoic expression.

Something was off.

He was looking at you the way a hedonist seeks sensation.

The way a dog waits for a piece of meat.

The way a spider methodically and patiently ceases for the perfect moment to ambush its helpless prey.

Will was already sat at the dinner table when you came down from the attic. His eyes were full of disdain. Pity; Warning you of whatever was to come.

The two men were conversing, but you could barely make out what they were saying, due to their continuous use of indiscernible metaphors, as if they were codifying the contents of their dialogue.

The main dish; "Braised Roast" meat baked in clay with marrow, and lady apples on the side.

You inhaled deeply, grasping your shiny fork so hard your knuckles adopted a snow-white shade.

"What are we waiting for?" Hannibal smiled, his deep brown eyes initially landing on Will before eventually finding their way to you, where they lingered for a bit longer than they should've.

You felt an uncanny pressure watching both of them clear their plates. Each moment he stopped to chew he meticulously used to eye you.

"It's unfortunate you're not eating." The psychiatrist exclaimed, obviously referring to you and how your food remained unconsumed. You awkwardly chuckled - Approximately a billion excuses ought to travel to your lips, yet each and every single one got stuck in your throat.

"You know I cannot condone this behaviour any longer; It truly pains me to see you abstain from eating everything I cook." He berated you with plastered concerns. Will simply nodded, only looking at you from the corner of his eyes. Hannibal was now ogling at you and impatiently waiting. It was made clear that you expected to finish everything on your plate.

Yet you didn't. You just gawked at the contents in front of you intently, trembling.

"That's no good. I was hoping not to get my hands dirty tonight." Hannibal sighed as he got up from his seat. Your grasp on your chair only tightened, your brows knit together with uncertainty and untainted fear as he approached you.

His large hands abruptly grabbed both of your wrists before aggressively pinning them down on the wooden armrests of the chair you were sat on. You winced in pain for no longer than a second, at which he he unlocked his jaw to speak once more.

"Do not struggle. There is no need to make things harder than they already have presented themselves to be." He calmly requested as he applied more pressure before eyeballing Will, who consequently got up from his seat and placed his own colder hands right where Hannibal's previously were, just long enough for Hannibal to skillfully tie rope around all your limbs.

With both his hands now free, he could now do as he pleased. His left hand violently held your chin up, his perfectly round fingernail digging in your soft cheeks deep enough to leave a temporary mark, while his right picked up your fork.

He stabbed it in the meat, before bringing it centimeters away from your lips.

"Open up." He ordered. You stubbornly kept your mouth shut.

"...or don't." He painfully opened your teeth, forcing the food down your throat before making you chew and swallow. A horrifying sensation washed over you as you felt the food travel down to your previously empty stomach.

"There. It's not that bad, is it?" He smiled as he dug in the plate. Your eyes began to well up as he continued to force-feed you what was once a human-being.

About halfway through, you felt everything climbing back up your esophagus - However, gagging was seemingly not permitted. If anything, it encouraged him to continue.

And just when you thought it was coming to an end, when there was not a single crumb left, he excused himself only to bring back another plate just as full of tender meat.

Your stomach was very obnoxiously full by that point, and Hannibal was well accustomed to that. You were being reprimanded, after all. Punishments shall not lack the aspect of pain, or else they're not effective. All you could do was pathetically plead for him to stop between each excruciating mouthful that was forced down your throat, which he appeared to find rather irritable.

He left just enough space in between each bit to allow you to pitifully gasp for oxygen. You were long out of tears, but the pleading look in your eyes was more than enough to satiate Hannibal.

Your stomach grew to be rock-hard and bloated, as it excruciatingly pressed against your pants, the buttons of which were barely holding up against your full gut. Once you were finally done, Hannibal gently dragged his thumb against it, gingerly enough to soothe you yet firm enough to cause you pain. He unbuttoned the top button of your pants, giving you a very short-lived feeling of serenity.

"I forbid you from going to bed hungry ever again. Understood?" He instructed, untying the ropes that constrained you before placing a tender kiss on the top of your head.

[hannibals-hoe]

Saw this on tiktok thought it applied to me better than any meme I’ve ever seen so

[th1rstf0rbl00d]

Panicked and accidentally picked C

[glimmerfics]

Play as Dr. Hannibal Lecter's new patient in this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure!

There's no question that he's one-of-a-kind. But, a small piece of advice? Try not to be rude…or too entertaining.

📖 Episode 1 of 2 🎮 interactive fanfic "The Doctor Is In" by RhodaDendron 🔗 link to play: https://glimmerfics.com/stories/11e32047-the-doctor-is-in

[cannibalsmuse]

HANNIBAL

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[shegatsby]

Hi,

could you please write a one-shot, where the reader, a big fan of the Hannibal serie, wakes up in the universe. She takes the role of a character, who is well aquainted with all the main characters, but does not remember any prior interactions.( only the series, where she isn‘t apart of)To her horror she finds out that she has a session with Hannibal and he is interested in her in the same way as Will.

A/N: Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting, I was busy with my ongoing serieses. Enjoy! xxx

You slept in your bed just like anyone else, however you woke up in the morning in a strange bed and a room that wasn’t yours. With a rush of adrenalin and panic you jumped out of the bed. You wanted to scream, rip off your hair, but you had to calm down, you looked around and found a phone by the bedside table. You thought it must be yours so you went through messages, you almost dropped your phone when you saw the contacts;

Alana Bloom

Jack Crawford

Will Graham

And lastly, Dr. Hannibal Lecter

This couldn’t be possible. How? You walked out of the bedroom and started to discover the house you supposedly occupied. It was a small place, one bedroom studio apartment, you liked the décor. You noticed the coldness since you were coming down from the adrenalin and you walked up to the large window to gaze outside and you saw the snow, it was winter and you were in Baltimore, Maryland. You dropped yourself on the comfortable and sighed.

A week passed in this universe where you had woken up, you thought after the first day once you slept you would wake up in your own reality but no, you were stuck here. The first day you spent it at home, tried to figure out the life you had here, your family, friends, you learned you were single, and an only child, your family was away. The second day you also spent it at home, you had groceries so you cooked and calmed yourself but the third day you had a call from Will Graham. You had to answer because he called twice, he sounded calm and friendly so he was your friend. He just wanted to remind you that he was going to go for fishing and once he got back he was going to cook and he wanted you to come over so unwillingly you went to him. The second you saw him the reality of the situation hit you in the face, he was real, his house, his dogs were real, everything was real and all night you had to pretend like everything was fine. He picked up on your timid behavior but didn’t comment on it.

You were getting use to your new environment, meeting Will was nice and he actually made you feel safe, you had always felt safe watching him on the show. You were dreading meeting others, they looked very intimidating through the screen and since this reality was real you knew that Doctor Lecter wasn’t an innocent man… there was a slight possibility that you might end up as… meat on his table. You wanted to avoid but the universe had other plans because early in the morning you got an e-mail from the man himself

‘’Dear Miss Y/L/N

I would like to remind you about our session today, as you know it is at 2 PM.

If you aren’t available please reply to this e-mail so that we can reschedule, if you’re available you do not have to reply, I will be expecting you.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter’’

You almost dropped your phone, you felt this cold breeze from your head to toe. You had a session with him?! Would he consider it to be rude if you cancel? As the fan of the show you knew that there was only one thing he couldn’t tolerate, rudeness. You dreaded the session but you had no choice but to attend.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter had been at his office since 10 am. He had a session with a middle aged white man named Mason Verger and he couldn’t wait to see you because he knew you would be fresh breath of air. He met you few months ago and he couldn’t stop himself, you didn’t need therapy at all but he wanted to see you every week so he offered to give you sessions so that you could use the sessions on the paper you were writing, this year was your last year at university so you had to write your paper and the topic you had chosen was related to psychology and therapy sessions. You were studying Criminology. He sighed wearily after Mason left, Hannibal had special plans for Mason Verger but those plans were going to wait, he wanted to make you his and you were very stubborn or should he say oblivious? He went to a fancy restaurant to have lunch and then he drove back to his office, he didn’t have an assistant and his patients knew that so they often waited  by the door on the grey couch for him to come and open the door and he saw you, in a long black coat, black, leather gloves. You were reading a book to pass the time and he knew he had made the right choice. You were such a vibrant and elegant woman that he couldn’t help but stare for few seconds, watching your focused self was very satisfying as if he was a man starved and you were the buffet. Before you noticed him he cleared his throat to gain your attention, you looked up from your book and until that point you were praying that he wasn’t real and you were going to meet another psychiatrist, how naïve you were.

‘’Doctor Lecter.’’ You got up and greeted him, making sure to put a distance between you two, he was taller than you had expected, he had a long grey coat, the fabric looked expensive, he had a small smile, ‘’Ms. Y/L/N, please, come in.’’ and he walked to the door and unlocked it, he could smell your freshness, you had showered before coming here which meant that you wanted to be presentable, he found it to his liking. As you walked inside he closed the door and the sound of it made you aware of the predicament you were in. You were alone in a room with a cannibal serial killer. If you had played your cards right maybe, maybe you would be able to walk out of here alive and well. ‘’Please, allow me to take your coat.’’ Suddenly he was right there, close to you with his tall and brooding physic. ‘’Thank you.’’ You replied kindly and let him take your coat and bag, your phone was in there, did he do it on purpose so that you wouldn’t be able to call anyone? Most likely. As you walked to sit Hannibal’s hands lingered on your coat more than necessary, he didn’t like the fabric, how he wished to feed and clothe you just like the way you deserved. You sat on the patient seat, it was comfortable, he got his notebook which was a thick notebook with dark brown leather cover, he got his pen and sat across you, you sat with a tall posture, you didn’t want him to think that you were afraid of him, even though you were. ‘’How was your week?’’ he began, seizing you up with his maroon eyes, he licked his lips after he looked at your sitting posture which didn’t go unnoticed by you. ‘’I have been busy with my paper, as you know.’’ You started explaining, to your surprise your voice calm, no one could deny the certain comfort his presence brought. ‘’Just your paper?’’ he asked with a look which showed that he knew something, to your silence he continued, ‘’A little bird told me that you and Will had a dinner together.’’ You wondered who did, maybe Will himself? It was best to be honest with this man, ‘’Oh, I totally forgot. Yes, he cooked the fish he got from the lake. It was delicious, you should join next time.’’

He knew you were going to be this good little girl, you were subtly inviting him, that’s what he deduced anyways and to spend more time with you was to his pleasure. ‘’I would love that. We should tell Will and I’m sure he can make the arrangements.’’ Hannibal was going to make it happen one way or another. ‘’It had been few weeks since your last therapy session,’’ you had no idea so you just had to smile and nod, ‘’have you tried dating like we talked about?’’ so, you had a problem in dating? No surprise. ‘’Actually,’’ you sighed in defeat, ‘’I can’t, I just… it isn’t easy to entertain shallow minds.’’ That’s how you saw men as, shallow beings and you hoped you weren’t too bold but Doctor Lecter’s laugh made you think that you were off the hook. ‘’Yes, most men are shallow,’’ he placed the notebook aside, his attention fully on you, you looked like an ancient Greek statue of a Goddess in that full body dress, so put together, delicate and easy on the eyes, he knew you didn’t think that your psychiatrist could be interested in you at all but from the very start Hannibal Lecter was obsessed. He tried to stop himself first but it was too late, you had made a place of your own in his dark mind.

‘’Maybe one day, someone who is smart, caring and sophisticated will make an appearance in your life and you won’t be lonely anymore.’’ He subtly implied to see your reaction, you had a soft smile on your pretty face, your eyes were shining under the lights of the room. You looked around first, you were blushing and he could see, so you were affected by his words? He smirked. Your eyes found him again, ‘’That’s what I’m hoping for.’’ Your voice was like a songbird’s, soothing to listen to, especially when you said what he liked.  ‘’I must say how ravishing you look in that dress Ms. Y/L/N.’’ his comment made you pause, was he always this straight forward? You wouldn’t know. ‘’Thank you Doctor, you don’t look so bad in that suit.’’ You shocked yourself, something in him made you bold and daring but he had a wicked smile on his plump lips so he was enjoying this as well as you.

After the session you noticed how easy was to talk to him, he had a talent. It didn’t even felt like a session, you felt like he understood you and saw you, inside and outside so you shrugged your shoulders when the session ended, Hannibal wasn’t willing to let you go. ‘’I was planning to eat outside, would you like to join me? I would love to pick on your brain over a nice dinner.’’ He was helping you wear your coat, his touch lingering on your arms, ‘’I would love that.’’ He was so charming that him being a serial killer didn’t even made surface in your mind, plus the dinner was going to be at a public place so no way he could hurt you, also he didn’t look like he wanted to hurt.

‘’Excellent!’’ his voice sounded excited, it was rare. ‘’You’re going to love the place, they have an amazing wine collection.’’ Together they left the building, he offered his arm so that you could walk steadily without falling, he opened his car’s door for you and you got in, as you were getting in you held his hand for support and his hold was delicate yet with a touch of possessiveness. Once he closed your day he had an intense electricity on his hand, he flexed his hand as he walked and opened the door on his side and he got in, ‘’Shall we?’’ you were close due to being inside the car and you turned to face him as he started the car, ‘’Yes, we shall.’’

[cxdyx]

Guh

[caramelhome]

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[nevertoolatetodie]

моя жизнь это сплошной прикол

[anartist69]

Has anyone referenced this one yet?

[vampylecter]

“can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

[cannibalbussyy]

i made some cute n silly hannibal asmr !! :3

[th1rstf0rbl00d]

Could be a divorce picture too-

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖊

Pairing: Hannibal X Reader

⚠️ Warnings: mentions of weapons and murder, implications of sexuality, that's about it ⚠️

AN: Hey panko shrimps, it's been a while! I hope to make this account more active going into 2024 so I hope this Hannibal fic is a good ease back into writing! 💛🦐

Your feet tapped against the hardwood floor in anticipation. It had been a long time coming to actually go along with your doctor's referral to see a psychiatrist and here you were, against your initial wishes. There wasn't much to you that you didn't already know as you considered yourself to be quite introspective most of the time; yet here you were with your anxieties hopefully concealed to your best ability, and the faux smile plastered on your face to hide whatever was left over. An unsettling feeling was still in your stomach which you hoped would eventually subside.

The waiting room itself was nothing short of grand. The marble flooring and intricately carved stone walls gave the impression of perfection but hindered the possibility for any sunlight that could have potentially set you at ease. It was a cold sort of old money interior, not that you had been directly expecting anything else of the sort, just silently hoping for a more inviting atmosphere. Dressed to match the occasion (and the environment, it seems), you were wearing a knee length black skirt and a white button down top. Black tights and matching flats with your hair neatly in place made the rest of the outfit cohesive. You weren't looking to stand out, especially not to whomever your new psychiatrist was.

But oh, how fast that would change.

A few more agonizing minutes went by before the large door to your right opened up revealing a tall man seemingly in his forties with unkempt hair and jackets piled one on top of the other. Black framed glasses adorned his angular and unshaven face; almost as if they were strategically placed there to cover the large under eye bags he had. Your initial response was one of surprise and then somewhat of a let down. If a man who was supposed to aide others through their difficulties looked as if he had a million and one of them himself, what work was there he could provide?

Setting your initial judgements aside, you reach your hand out to shake his. "Y/N. You must be Doctor Lecter?" You asked in a small voice, smaller than you intended. There goes your original plan of coming across as dominant and straightforward. Guess you'll have to use another tactic to try and withhold the fact you were terrified for this meeting.

"Oh, ah no." He said, offering his hand to shake yours and then immediately after doing so, wiped his hand on his jacket. A rude gesture that didn't go unnoticed. "I'm Will Graham."

Another anxious twinge ran through your whole nervous system. Were you in the wrong room? The wrong place? The wrong building, perhaps? That's infinitely more embarrassing than anything else you could've mustered about this gathering.

Stepping slightly aside and placing his hands into his pockets, another taller figure emerged from the doorway from beside this supposed Will Graham. This man, unlike the other, immediately had you floored. Slicked back greying hair with a chiseled face that of a Danish statue paired oh so wonderfully with a black tux, pink button down and an expensive tie was the only thing that filled your vision. His eyes were piercing with a hint of some unfamiliar darkness, however, that calming sunlight you had hoped for seemed a silly request now. It was almost as if those two things, this man's eyes and the sun, could not exist within the same place as though his expression would diminish the light emitting from the solar system. You'd never found yourself so infatuated so quickly and the thought scared you but drew you in with a perplexed curiosity that you hadn't experienced yet before.

"Y/N," he smiled, reaching his hands out to hold the both of yours in a formal greeting, "I must be the man you're looking for."

You almost said yes, yes you are right there and then. His hands were cold but steady, artist's hands. You briefly remember being told of Doctor Lecter's past occupation with working in the surgical room.

"Doctor Lecter?" You asked, as if you needed to confirm. You smiled at him, forgetting your worries and your determined voice came back to you and you silently thanked Will for being the person your meekness was originally directed towards.

"Ah yes, that would be me. Please forgive me for going slightly past overtime, I was just finishing up my appointment with Mr. Graham here."

Cordial and charming. What a dangerous mixture of the two adjectives.

"I'll be out now," Will said, looking down at his phone with a poignant expression, "Jack will be wondering my whereabouts anyways."

"Then you must go," the doctor said, never taking his eyes off of you once, "wouldn't want him to worry."

You watched as Will nodded and placed his hands into the pockets of his overcoat and made his way to the polished staircase leading to the exit. His disappearance almost didn't entirely register to you at all as you looked down and noticed your hands were still intertwined with the doctor's. As if he just noticed it as well, he offered up an awkward chuckle as he gently removed his hands from yours, not wiping them on his shirt as his counterpart had.

"Shall you come in?" He asked, placing the large of his back against the doorway with an invitation in the form of an outstretched hand towards the room he'd just come out of, making room for you to walk through.

"Oh uh yeah." You remembered your reasoning for being there in the first place as your senses came back to you. Let's get this over with.

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Inside, the office was massive, the marble flooring continuing into the carpeted room. A large desk loomed towards the front of the room with a decorative Turkish lamp placed atop along with various writing utensils and a laptop. A couple of chaise lounges took up residency by the furthest area of the study and were closest to the largest curtained windows you've ever seen in your life. A small table with large papers littering the top of it wasn't too far off from the designated seating arrangement and to top off the grandeur of the room itself, was a second half-story with walls lined with books.

It was as if you had stepped into some sort of museum with the way everything was spotless. Everything was clean and if it wasn't organized, it was a neat type of disorderly. What stood out to you the most was this small table of disorder with all the papers haphazardly sticking off the ends and so you went to investigate as the doctor stood a few feet behind you, watching your every move. With the slight sway of your hips and the way your hair fell, he would be amiss to not focus himself on you. It was not like him to feel this strongly, whatever this feeling was, about anyone upon first introduction yet here you were. A presence so familiar yet so foreign to him as he became mentally aroused by the thought of something that wasn't murder. Something that could captivate his interest and lure him in. Perhaps it was a good thing he'd gotten the patient referral.

Your outfit was inviting, yet not too revealing. It left him with an appetite for more yet an appreciation for the craft. The way you held yourself was one of someone who has been guarded her whole life, but has done the emotional work of opening up once more, although with caution. The slight dirt on your soles gave him enough information to know that you cared about your appearance, but not to the point where you were vain or someone who required a lot to make them happy. You were gorgeous, of course that was a given, but you came with the inner workings of a traumatic past- one that made you feel as though taking up space was a crime in itself. He was determined to rewire that thinking of yours, not just as a psychologist but as someone who could see the beauty in you.

Unbeknownst to his observation, you slid your hand carefully over the papers to see they had been drawn on in graphite. Beautiful images of anatomy danced over them in an alluring yet subtly worrisome way. The figures were beautiful, yes, but the compromised positions they were in and the sharp weapons that stuck out of their flesh had your heart skip a beat.

As if he could hear what was going through your mind, the doctor spoke up to alleviate any worries you might have. "The macabre. There is art in death and I hope to shed light on that through my drawings." He said, calm and sultry.

You heard his shoes against the floor as he made his way over to you. His cologne was sharp but not unpleasant as the scent filled your lungs, his arm just brushing yours as he looked down at his own works as if critiquing them in his mind although he was only really looking to see what your reaction would be. Would you flinch away from him after seeing these? Would you be drawn in, curious or would another wave of nervousness hit like what you had felt in the waiting room?

Instead, you look up at him, the two of you very close now. "They're lovely, I think your attention to detail is phenomenally done."

A wave of heat went down his spine. Why did it fill him with such satisfaction to hear a compliment of his work (which he knew was quite good) escape your lips? He dismissed it almost as quickly as it arose, however. He must keep things professional and he wasn't fond of the way his entire demeanor seems to have gone awry upon your arrival. It was so hard to be collected in your presence. How is that so?

Returning to his original formalities, he gestures for you to take a seat on one of the lounges, away from any implication of the monster he truly was on the inside, although his stoicism concealed it well.

You complied, respectfully making sure your skirt was correctly placed before sitting down on one of the velveteen sofas, trying your best to make yourself comfortable. Any forwardness you may have regained upon walking into the study has now left you alone, struggling to regain your composure. You tried your best to go down the list of everything making you anxious so as to tackle each problem in an efficient and healthy way, as you had been told to do from previous visits to therapists in the past.

1.) You're in a new setting.

This is something that a lot of people struggle with, you told yourself, trying to put yourself at ease and to not blame yourself too much. It'll become a familiar setting with the more meetings you have with the doctor.

2.) You're nervous about keeping up appearances.

Well, you had just met the guy and you haven't embarrassed yourself all too badly yet. You had mistaken his patient Will for him, but that was an honest assumption. You doubt he would've thought anything too much of it as it didn't seem entirely unusual.

3.) There is a very, very attractive man sitting across from you right now.

This was the one thing you weren't sure you could talk yourself down from. From the way he positioned his legs comfortably one over the other with his head rested against his palm in the armchair to the notebook he had in his lap, he was the literal definition of temptation. It was as if the devil himself were trying to get you to bite the apple and consume yourself with desire. This random invigorating feeling of lust springing up on you out of nowhere was so out of the ordinary for you. There was an undeniable tension between the two of you, yes, but this sudden satiation was seemingly preposterous.

You folded your hands in your lap and settled on looking at the floor rather than Doctor Lecter.

He cleared his throat and began to speak in that tone that drove you wild. "Would you perhaps like a drink?" He asked, innocently enough.

"Sure, as long as it wouldn't be an imposition." You say, finally mustering up the courage to look at him.

He smiled and arose from his chair to busy himself at the liquor cabinet you hadn't noticed upon first glance of the study. "Not at all, are you more of a wine or beer type of woman?"

He took off his blazer and laid it upon the backing of the chair closest to the large desk, revealing the pink button down from before. He opened the cabinet and poured himself a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon before turning to face you.

"I like wine, if you don't mind." You said, offering up another one of those faux faces of confidence. You felt yourself sit up straighter in your seat.

"I hope red is alright, I'm more of a red wine enthusiast myself. Pairs well with dishes." He states, before going to pour yours and offer you the glass, which you took tentatively.

"You're a chef?" You ask.

"Yes, it's a hobby of mine," He sits down in the chair again, placing the notebook in his lap once more before he asks, "Do you have any hobbies?"

He begins to write. The session has begun.

"I'm somewhat of an artist myself." You say, staring at the page as you see his hand create the unmistakable swirls of the cursive alphabet. Of course he writes in cursive.

"Mhm." He smiles to himself, reaching for another sip of the Cabernet. "Of what medium?"

"I prefer portrait work. With pencil, I mean." You notice a lipstick mark on the side of the glass you had just used, much to your dismay. You didn't want to make his dishes any dirtier than you already would be by drinking out of them. Lipstick could be difficult to remove.

He had also noticed this too, and had silently prayed for you not to remove it. Something in him told him he would be cherishing that glass after you had left it, reveling in the dark red makeup left behind by your lips. Even your stained imprint in his dishes had a divinity to it.

You set the glass down and continued the conversation. "I also enjoy reading, so you can imagine my surprise noticing your extensive library."

"You like my library? It took quite the time to build it, much less fill it with literature of my liking."

You allowed your eyes to move around the room and take in everything you may have missed on the second floor, seeing now the ladder that was placed against the side of the balcony. You would have a field day in here.

As if reading your mind again he adds, "You're welcome to it any time you'd like."

"I- thank you, that's very kind." You say, turning to face him once more. He seemed pleased you didn't immediately turn down the offer although he wasn't quite sure where the offer had come from himself.

"Not an issue at all." He states, looking directly into your eyes now. It's a gaze you don't feel as though you'll ever recover from. It's intense and cold but somehow so inviting in a way that's more peculiar than anything else. There's a darkness behind them, despite their bright blue nature. Everything around them fades to black and it's almost as if you're so deep into them that you've traveled to an alternate dimension entirely. You feel as though you're looking right through them, not into his soul, no. But to something much darker, much more insatiable.

Snapping back into reality, you notice how close the two of you have gotten to one another. He stands up, extending his arm out to you and then pulling you up with him, wine glasses and notebooks discarded along with the conversation you two never finished. Your eyes never left each other once as you were now face to face almost chest to chest, him towering over you.

"D-doctor I-"

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at you.

"Please, call me Hannibal."

[thealienrumi]