Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

Saved from the Danger- Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

As requested by Grindelwald2001! Fem Y/N

The soft afternoon light filtered through the Venetian blinds of Dr. Lecter's office, casting elegant shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Y/N adjusted her blazer nervously as she prepared for her next patient evaluation. As Dr. Lecter's intern, she had conducted several supervised sessions before, but each one still filled her with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

"Remember," Dr. Lecter's accented voice came from behind her as he arranged his notepad, "Mr. Davidson has a history of emotional volatility. Observe his micro-expressions carefully." His presence was both reassuring and intimidating – a contradiction she had grown accustomed to over the months of her internship.

Y/N nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, Dr. Lecter. I've reviewed his file thoroughly." She couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, something that had been happening more frequently lately.

The patient arrived precisely on time – a middle-aged man with dishevelled grey hair and trembling hands. Y/N guided him to the leather chair while Dr. Lecter took his usual position, slightly behind and to the side of her, close enough to intervene if necessary but far enough to allow her to lead the session.

The first fifteen minutes proceeded smoothly. Y/N employed the therapeutic techniques she had learned, carefully probing Mr. Davidson's recent episodes of paranoia. Dr. Lecter observed with quiet approval, occasionally making notes in his precise handwriting.

"Mr. Davidson," Y/N leaned forward slightly, maintaining eye contact, "can you tell me more about these feelings of being watched?"

The change in Davidson was subtle at first – a tightening around his eyes, a slight tremor in his jaw. Dr. Lecter noticed it immediately, shifting almost imperceptibly in his chair. Before Y/N could react, Davidson lunged forward with unexpected speed, his face contorted in rage.

"You're one of them!" he snarled, hands reaching for Y/N's throat. "You're trying to get inside my head!"

Time seemed to slow down. Y/N felt the brush of Davidson's fingers against her neck, saw the wild look in his eyes – but before he could grip her throat, a powerful force pulled him backward. Dr Lecter had moved with the fluid grace of a predator, one hand gripping Davidson's shoulder while the other secured his wrist in a hold that looked almost gentle but clearly caused significant pain.

"Mr. Davidson," Dr. Lecter's voice was deadly calm, "I must insist you compose yourself." There was something dangerous in his tone that made even Y/N shiver.

Security arrived within minutes, and Davidson was safely removed from the office. As the door closed behind them, Y/N felt her legs give way slightly, the delayed shock of the attack hitting her all at once. Dr. Lecter's strong hands caught her elbows, steadying her.

"Deep breaths," he murmured, guiding her to sit in his therapy chair. "You're safe now, Y/N."

She looked up at him, her heart still racing. "Dr. Lecter, I... thank you. If you hadn't been there..." Without thinking, running purely on adrenaline and gratitude, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss lasted only a second before Y/N realized what she had done. She pulled back abruptly, her face flushing deep red. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Dr. Lecter. That was completely inappropriate. I don't know what I was thinking. The stress must have..."

Her rambling apology was cut short as Dr. Lecter gently cupped her face with one hand, turning it slightly to place a deliberate, lingering kiss on her cheek. His lips were warm, and she could smell his expensive cologne – notes of amber and herbs that she had come to associate with safety and sophistication.

"There is nothing to apologize for, dear Y/N," he said softly, his thumb brushing against her cheekbone. "Heightened emotional states often lead to... interesting revelations."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she met his maroon eyes. There was something predatory in his gaze, but rather than frightening her, it made her pulse quicken in an entirely different way.

"Still," she managed to say, though she didn't pull away from his touch, "as your intern..."

"You handled yourself admirably during the session," he interrupted smoothly. "Your technique was excellent until Mr Davidson's unfortunate outburst. Perhaps we should discuss your performance over dinner?"

Y/N blinked, trying to process his words. "Dinner?"

A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth. "I'm preparing coq au vin this evening. It would be a shame to dine alone, especially after such an eventful afternoon." His fingers traced a feather-light path down her jaw. "Unless you feel it would be... inappropriate?"

There was a teasing note in his voice that made Y/N's heart skip. She knew she should decline. There were professional boundaries to consider, ethical lines that shouldn't be crossed. But as she looked at him – this elegant, dangerous man who had protected her without hesitation – she found herself nodding.

"I'd like that very much, Dr. Lecter."

"Hannibal," he corrected her, finally stepping back to give her space to stand. "I think, given the circumstances, you can call me Hannibal."

Y/N rose from the chair on slightly shaky legs, smoothing down her skirt. "Hannibal," she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. It felt intimate, forbidden in a thrilling way.

He moved to his desk, writing something on a piece of his personal stationery. "My address," he explained, handing her the paper. "Shall we say seven o'clock?"

"Seven would be perfect." Y/N tucked the paper into her pocket, her fingers brushing against the heavy cardstock.

"Excellent." He opened his office door for her, ever the gentleman. "And Y/N?" She turned back to look at him. "Wear something nice. I'll open a special bottle of wine."

As Y/N walked to her car, her cheek still tingling from his kiss, she couldn't help but smile. The afternoon had taken an unexpected turn, but as she thought about Hannibal's intense gaze and the promise of dinner, she found she didn't mind at all. There was something darkly exciting about the way he had subdued Davidson, something magnetic about his controlled power.

She touched her lips, remembering their brief kiss and his response. Tonight would certainly be interesting, and as she drove home to prepare for dinner, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Dr. Hannibal Lecter might have in store for her.