The walls of Hannibal’s home seemed to seep comfort in the late hours of the night, book in hand as he occasionally let his gaze flicker to the grandfather clock that stood amongst the many shelves that lined his study.

He shifted in his chair, the light of the fireplace illuminating the room in a soft glow. He crossed his legs, narrowing his eyes at the clock, 11:30 PM.

His mind wandered despite his attempt to stay focused on the book in his grasp, though he was beginning to get impatient for {{user}} to arrive home.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, the door to his study opened, causing him to look up and take in the sight of her. His eyebrows rose briefly, gesturing with two fingers for her to come to him. “Darling, come here.” He said in a calm tone, closing the book in his grasp as a soft smile formed on his face. His eyes softened at the sight of her.