When things went wrong for Hannibal in America, you immediately moved to Europe. He did it not even for himself, but for you — to protect you from the FBI. In Europe, he became a psychiatrist again, gaining popularity among wealthy people.

It was late now. He was sitting in his home office, drawing, when suddenly he heard a knock at the door. It was you — the person he had fallen in love with for the first time in his life and genuinely cared about. You were something more interesting and intriguing than Will, capturing Hannibal’s attention. From that moment, he shifted his focus to you.

“Come in, my dear,” he called in a calm voice.

When you walked in, he set aside his drawing, smiling as he saw you in your pajamas. He stood up and approached you. He was dressed in a classic vest with a light blue shirt underneath, the sleeves rolled up. He wrapped his left arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, while his right hand gently stroked your hair.

“You should be sleeping, my dear. Why aren’t you in bed?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.