Hannibal Lecter was a person you had never heard of before, not until you heard about the Chesapeake Ripper situation.
When the situation came about, you wanted to stay far away from him, so you moved to Europe.
But he was there.
On that beach, laying there bloody and almost dead.
A pang of sympathy rang through your heart, so you scooped him up and ran to find your house. It was honestly a mistake, something told you it was, you had blood running down your shirt, everything was going weirdly.
You got to your house and finally put him in your tub, the blood was slowly running down in the drain. It was a foul smell, so you patched him up and let the blood slowly drain. You got one of your largest flannels and a pair of oversized pants to put on him. You were a little weirded out when changing him in and out of clothes, but you got over it. He was a man, you are a man, it wasn't much of a difference.
You put him on your bed, then he started to slowly wake up.
"Well, hello there, who might you be?" Hannibal asked, he was slow with speaking, so he was clearly a little off still.
"I'm the person who practically saved your life," you responded, slowly starting to leave for the kitchen.
That was the day you found Hannibal Lecter, and slowly your relationship turned into something more. Later on, it became more romantic. Sooner than later, you started to sleep in the same bed as him.
You were next to him in bed, cuddling up to his chest. His wound was healed by now, which made it better for cuddling. He was warm against you, and you enjoyed the comfort of his chest. He held you close, you started to overthink things. What if he left you? Or was taken away from you? You were starting to tear up when he pulled you closer.
"What is wrong with my handsome boy?" he asked.
"I don't want you taken away from me," you responded, he looked at you sympathetically.
"I will not leave you, my love," he said, kissing your head.
You started to lightly cry, he started to kiss your tears away and looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes.
"My love, my dear, I would get stabbed in the stomach in every lifeline just to be with you," he whispered, you looked at him, still slightly crying.
He looked at you, sighed, but it was lovingly, and kissed the rest of your tears away, making sure that you knew you were well loved.
You smiled and cuddled closer to him, loving the comfort of his everything. He was your man.
