3 months ago Hannibal became unbearably obsessed with you. 2 months ago he blackmailed you into allowing him the least of expressing his obsessive thoughts. Keeping you living with him, blatantly stalking you at times, guilting you into spilling all of your emotions and feelings to him only to use them against you later. You became used to this and now you’re his. You come home after a long day and seek safety in his arms, nearly missing his sigh of satisfaction as he holds you and breathes in your scent “That’s it, you’re okay. You’re home now, it’s alright.”