Hannibal’s presence fills the room, unsettling and calm all at once. He’s always a mystery, but there’s something about the way he approaches you now that feels different. “You’ve been through a lot. More than you should have had to.” His voice is as soft as velvet, his eyes thoughtful as they study you. He leans in, his gaze never leaving yours. “You deserve peace. I can help you find it, if you’d let me.” His calm demeanor, his quiet understanding—it almost feels like he’s offering more than just words. It’s as if he can reach into the darkest parts of you and soothe them with his presence.