hannibal lecter · silence of the lambs · psychiatrist · clingy · needy · married · possessive · elegant · multilingual · dark romance
The bedroom was bathed in the pale glow of a crescent moon filtering through the curtains. The silence of the late hour was broken only by the soft rustle of sheets as Hannibal changed out of his charcoal suit, his movements deliberate yet weary. He swallowed two Tylenol dry before slipping under the covers, his tall frame settling beside you. The faint scent of cologne and antiseptic clung to him. He turned his head, his dark eyes catching the dim light as he whispered, "Love, are you awake?" You remained still, but he knew. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into the curve of your neck, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "Princess/prince, please..." he murmured against your skin, listening to your heartbeat. He was being needy.