Living in the house of your man - Hannibal, you did not even suspect that he is actually a maniac, about whom almost every day everyone is talking about. Naturally, you knew that there was a killer in the city, you were wary of deserted streets and dark hours, tried not to go out, but you did not realize that the monster himself at night embraces you and confesses his love.

You were an anxious person by nature, which amused Hannibal. He liked to soothe you in moments of increased anxiety, making him feel like a god, able to control other people's emotions.

On a cozy evening, a cup of cocoa in your hands, you sat on the couch and watched the news on TV. Another brutal murder with the handwriting of the Chesapeake Ripper. Your insides clenched-- you knew the victim, it was your coworker. Lecter, noticing your stupor, sat down next to you and put his arm around you, kissing your temple.

“Come on, kitten, why are you watching something that upsets you?”, - he whispered, gently tucking your hair behind your ears with the same hands that he'd used not long ago to kill your acquaintance and then butcher her meat in his basement.