desire OC X HANNIBAL LECTER

- 13 -

She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at Hannibal with a mix of frustration and desperation. "You know, he actually said it was you, Hannibal. I'm trying not to believe him, but you're making it so difficult."

Hannibal's expression remained inscrutable, but she could see a flicker of something—anger, perhaps?—in his eyes. Before he could respond, she continued, her voice trembling. "Hannibal, I love you," she said, the words escaping her lips for the first time ever. "But I'm so confused. You're always calling Will ill, and when I try to talk to you about it, you speak to me like I'm ill too, and I hate it."

Hannibal's eyes softened momentarily as he reached out to touch her face. "Litai, my darling, I love you too. I only want to protect you from the darkness that surrounds us."

She shook her head, stepping back from his touch. "But what if Will is right? What if he's not the sick one here? What if he's telling the truth and you're the one manipulating everything?"

Hannibal sighed, his face a mask of patience. "Litai, I understand your doubts. It's only natural to question when faced with such accusations. But you must trust me. I have always had your best interests at heart."

She stared at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception. "I don't know what to believe anymore, Hannibal. I'm scared."

He took a step closer, his voice a whisper. "Trust me, Litai. Together, we can overcome this. I will help you see the truth."

Tears started rolling down her pink cheeks. He took a step closer and hugged her, but she did not hug him back. She was standing there, just crying. Nothing made sense anymore.

"I love you, and I would do anything to protect you. You know that," he said, hugging her even tighter. He knew that if something happened, he needed to make sure she would stay with him forever.

"You should stay over. It's not good for you to drive home in this state, Tai," he said, planting gentle kisses on her face. He then picked her up, carrying her over to his bed. He laid her down and then got next to her, bringing her body closer to him.

He massaged small circles on her back as she drifted into sleep. "There is no one better for you than I am, Tai," he whispered as she fell asleep, knowing she could not hear him.

As Litai slept, Hannibal's mind worked tirelessly. He knew he had to secure her trust and loyalty. The stakes were too high to leave anything to chance.

-

The next morning, Litai woke up in Hannibal's arms. She felt a sense of comfort. Despite the doubts, she couldn't ignore the deep connection she felt with him. And as much as she loved Hannibal, she couldn't help but wonder if she was losing herself in the process.

She tried to get up, but when she moved, his grip on her got tighter.

"Hannibal?" she whispered in her morning voice.

His eyes opened slowly. "Good morning, my love," he smiled at her. "Did you sleep well? I should make us something to eat," he said, his voice raspy and deeper than usual.

"What if I make something for you this time?" she smiled. "I am a great cook."

"If you want to, then I will be more than pleased to try your cooking," he said, smiling back at her.

Maybe it was the birds singing outside or the sun creeping its beams into the room, but Litai found herself trusting Hannibal once again. She just loved him too much and blamed it on that.

-

Litai was preparing Honeymoon Eggs while admiring Hannibal's beautiful kitchen. This delicious twist on classic eggs Benedict, topped with fresh asparagus and served on a croissant, was one of her favorite dishes. As she worked, she couldn't help but marvel at the elegant design and meticulous organization of the space.

Hannibal entered the kitchen, watching her with a tender expression. "It smells wonderful already," he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her neck. "You truly are a talented cook."

She blushed, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you, Hannibal. I hope you'll enjoy it."

As they sat down to eat, Litai felt a renewed sense of connection with him. The doubts from the previous day seemed to fade away, replaced by the comforting routine of sharing a meal together.

They ate in companionable silence, the only sounds being the clinking of cutlery and the occasional contented sigh. After breakfast, Litai decided to take a walk in the garden, hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind.

Hannibal watched her from the window, a calculating look in his eyes.

As Litai wandered through the garden, she found herself lost in thought. The beauty of the flowers and the gentle breeze provided a temporary reprieve from her worries. But deep down, she knew that the peace she felt was fragile, built on the delicate balance of her love for Hannibal and the secrets that still lingered between them.

-

She returned from the garden, going to Hannibal and hugging him.

"Stay with me, Litai," he said, looking deep into her eyes—those eyes that always looked at him with admiration and love.

"Let me take care of you," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kissing her. It wasn't a usual kiss. This one was different, full of love and need.

-

So there it was—she moved to his place. Loving the care he gave her, she found herself letting go of everything that had been troubling her. If she had a bad day at work, he would be there comforting her. If she felt sad or in pain, he would always come to her. For him, it was everything he ever wished for.

Litai felt a sense of security and love she had never experienced before. Hannibal's attention to her needs was unwavering. He cooked her favorite meals, read to her from his vast collection of books, and listened intently to her thoughts and fears. Their evenings were spent in quiet companionship, often ending with her falling asleep in his arms.

The outside world began to fade away, replaced by the cocoon of safety he provided.

Hannibal, on the other hand, reveled in the control he had over Litai's life. Each act of kindness, each moment of tenderness, was carefully calculated to bind her closer to him. He enjoyed the intimacy they shared, the way she depended on him. It was a dance of manipulation and devotion, and he was the master choreographer.

Hello everyone, I deeply appreciate the support you've shown me with your votes. It means a lot.

I want to sincerely apologize for not updating the story as often as I had hoped. Unfortunately, I was unwell for a period and then went on a much-needed vacation. I deeply appreciate your patience and understanding during this time. Rest assured, I will be working on new chapters soon, and I am excited to share them with you.

Also if you have any suggestions for my story or if you'd like me to include more erotic scenes, please feel free to let me know in the comment section. Similarly, if you find certain details to be too explicit, don't hesitate to mention them. Your feedback is very valuable to me. Thank you.