desire OC X HANNIBAL LECTER

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Hannibal didn't want this sleeping beauty to spend the night in her clothes. He pulled out a loose shirt and undressed Litai, his eyes filled with lust as he watched her almost naked body. Then he put the white shirt on her. The shirt was too big, covering her like a very short dress. He gently stroked her thigh, feeling her soft skin. He had no intention of leaving her alone tonight; he planned to sleep beside her.

After completing his nightly routine, Hannibal returned to his bedroom, lay down on the bed, and wrapped his arm around the sleeping Litai, pulling her closer. He inhaled her scent—it was heavenly, intoxicating. He touched her hair, so soft and beautiful. To him, she was an angel, which made him want to kill her even more, to keep her as a trophy.

He hugged her gently but firmly, like a child holding a stuffed animal. If she woke up, he planned to tell her she had a bad dream, and he stayed with her to comfort her. But he wasn't really worried about it.

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The next morning, Litai woke up. She stretched her aching body and then realized she wasn't in her room or her clothes. Looking around, she noticed a small piece of paper on the bedside table.

Dear Litai,

Please come downstairs when you feel ready. I have prepared breakfast for you.

Hannibal

She changed back into her dark green dress, ran her hands through her hair, and went downstairs.

Hannibal was making sausages and an omelet. As usual, he wore a suit and looked impeccable. His hands skillfully prepared the meal with the precision of an artist.

"Good morning, Litai," Hannibal said without looking at her. "I hope you slept well. Can I invite you to the table now? I've made you sausages and an omelet." He placed a plate on the table where Litai sat down in silence.

"Thank you, Hannibal, that's very kind of you," she said, taking a bite of the sausage.

"No need to thank me; it is my pleasure to serve you," he replied, thinking about how her small body had slept so perfectly in his arms.

"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.

"I already had breakfast. I like to get up early and eat while the sun shows its beautiful self," he said.

They ate in silence, with Litai enjoying her meal and Hannibal watching her. It was like a scene from a romantic movie, but in reality, she was just eating breakfast while a killer watched her, imagining how he would end her life.

"I heard you're joining the new investigation," Hannibal said.

"Oh, I didn't know anything about that," she replied, confused as to why she would be involved in the investigation.

"Well, Will will probably keep you updated on that," he said with a small smile. He was in a good mood today, and having her around made him even happier. The fact that he could watch her every move and study her put him at ease, though it also unsettled him slightly.

After breakfast, Litai stood in his office, looking through his extensive collection of books. Hannibal offered her coffee and suggested they talk more about their lives to get to know each other better, given that they would be working closely together.

"You've read Not Just a Person by Ina?" she asked, surprised and pleased. She was the author of the book.

After the traumatic incident, she had written down her feelings in a series of stories. Some were purely fictional, others were inspired by her past, and some were silent screams.

"Yes, I have. I've read it many times. The way she works with words is truly beautiful. It's a shame the book isn't more well-known," he said, completely honest.

"What is your favorite story?" she asked, full of curiosity.

Hannibal smiled to himself. He found her endearing for knowing about this book. It resonated deeply with him, making him feel that the author would understand and love him for who he was, sharing the same pain and emotions.

"Roses in the Rain," he replied, looking at Litai. Her eyes lit up. "Mine too, indeed!" she exclaimed, letting her formalities slip for a moment.

"I thought it was beautiful how it describes the rain hurting the roses, but the roses couldn't live without the rain. I love how she hides her emotions behind metaphors like that," he said. For a brief moment, he saw Litai as more than just prey.

"Rain hurts roses, but roses still love the rain. It brings life and happiness to their minds, despite the suffering to their bodies and beauty," she said.

"I'd love to meet the author; it's a shame they're anonymous," Hannibal mused, lost in thought.

"Well, now you're talking to the author," Litai revealed with a nervous laugh.