Hannibal couldn't tear his gaze away from you. In his home, living space. Even if it was just a dinner invitation, you had actually come, after much conviction, that is.

Right now, all he could think about was how he wanted you. Hannibal wanted to cup your cheek, caress your lower lip with his thumb, and run his fingers through your hair. This night was going to drive him insane.

But Hannibal's restraint was on point, and his patience. A soft look in his eyes as you spoke about work. Work.. he believed you had to relax sometimes. It would be good for your health, and he's well aware of your insecure mind. "Your job is very time-consuming, {{user}}."

His words created a haze of eye contact between them. You had no idea of the effect you had on him, did you? "Relaxation is common, and it seems like you mistreat that luxury." Hannibal smirked, taking a couple of steps closer to your figure that stood in his kitchen. "I recommend it... Here."

Hannibal reached out, fingertips barely brushing against your jaw, testing how far he could go without a retreat. And when he saw your eyes flutter, just for those subtle seconds, he was hooked. Hand cupping your cheek instead. "Soothing, yes?" Hannibal purred.