Will Graham is just an Omega who wants to be left alone. All his life he's been fighting his biology, trying to stay normal amid the natural instincts within him that rage, clawing at their cages. A wall against the world has been built based on confusion and anger, but what happens when he meets an Alpha that challenges his beliefs? Hannibal Lecter is an amazing cook, accomplished psychiatrist, eats human flesh from time to time, and smells divine.
"The tragedy is not to die but to be wasted." - Hannibal
(This fic can also be found on An Archive of Our Own and fanfiction.net)
WARNING: Triggers, non-con, violence, sexuality
Time has dulled Hannibal Lecter's hunger, until he meets Will Graham. Fragile, haunted, and burdened by an empathy that feels more like a curse, Will is unlike anyone Hannibal has ever encountered. His despair is intoxicating, his soul fractured in ways that stir desires Hannibal thought long dead.
Drawn together by violence, obsession, and a hunger that blurs the line between intimacy and violation, the two men begin a dangerous dance. Every shared glance, every accidental touch, every drop of blood deepens their bond into something horrific, erotic, and inevitable.
Is it love? Is it destruction? Or both, woven together in a symphony of agony and desire.
A story of obsession, addiction, and the haunting pull between predator and prey.