Velvet Teeth [Being Edited Right Now]

He meets her-not broken, but sharpened by what broke her. Curious, intrigued, and desperate to unravel what lies beneath, he steps closer. But she is no Will. What begins as observation becomes a game, where manipulation dances with defiance, and the hunter finds himself hunted.

He meets her-Will's blood, but a different breed. Less empathy, more edge. Where Will trembles before the abyss, she walks through it. Intrigued, he studies her, but misreads the silence. She is no echo. She is an answer he wasn't prepared to hear. And the game begins.

He meets her under the weight of a crime and a colder wind. She's unreadable-a symphony of silence, too poised to trust, too haunted to break. He tries to unravel her, but she's no canvas. She's the knife behind the painting. And so it begins-the game, the chase, the unraveling..

He dines on minds. She dissects souls. What begins as curiosity becomes a slow, exquisite descent-into each other.

Note : Contains mature content, sometimes too mature. It is an alternate Hannibal universe, where the storyline sometimes collides with the actual series, but with different branches heading towards an unexpected end.
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