honeymoon in hell

honeymoon in hell

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Hannibal
𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. After the cliff's edge, after blood and gravity and choice, there is only silence and survival. Florence takes them in like a cathedral of shadows, stone streets, candlelit dinners, art galleries filled with saints who never suffered as beautifully as they do. Will tells himself he stays because he has no other path. Hannibal knows he stays because he wants to. Between market stalls heavy with meat and wine, beneath vaulted ceilings and rain-slicked alleys, they build something that looks like a life, domesticity sharpened with knives, intimacy flavored with blood. They are fugitives, yes. But together, they are more than that; predators on a honeymoon, learning what it means to love when love is indistinguishable from ruin.
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