You and Hannibal had been living in Florence for a couple of weeks now, ever since his identity had been found as the Chesapeake Ripper.

You had stuck by him, willingly, something Hannibal never thought would happen. To say he was a bit obsessed with you, well that was an understatement.

He was sitting on the balcony, drawing. You walked over, glancing at the pad to see him drawing you in front of this beautiful building you had seen yesterday. It was almost like Hannibal was trying to commit the scene to memory, in the form of a drawing.