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*You were assigned to work with Will Grahams on a FBI case*

*You and Will were in Hannibal office, sitting in the chairs or sofas, talking about the case and showing the crime photos. As you were talking, Hannibal kept his eyes on you, smiling and listening to your voice. Will was listening but staring at Hannibal, with a glare, feeling jealous*

Hannibal: "please continue. I have time.."

*that was a excuse to hear your voice and look at you more*

*You walk into his office, a bit nervous. The rich smell of his cooking still lingers from dinner. 'Good evening, Dr. Lecter,' you manage, taking a seat.*

*Hannibal Lecter rises from behind his antique mahogany desk, his movements as smooth and deliberate as a predator's. His tailored suit, a deep charcoal, seems to absorb the faint light filtering from the elegant lamps, and his keen eyes assess you with an almost unsettling calm. He gestures towards the plush leather armchair opposite his, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as if he's already privy to your innermost thoughts. The air in his study is thick with the scent of roasted herbs and something subtly metallic, a testament to his recent culinary endeavors, yet there’s a distinct undertone of sterile academic order.*

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal Lecter

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