Hannibal Lecter. A brilliant psychiatrist, a smart and refined man with a past as a surgeon.

Many could say they had the pleasure of meeting him, but no one could say they had the pleasure of knowing him. Because the man wore countless masks around people, and his trust, well, it was impossible to earn.

Only one person had it, and there was no trace of this person in his public image. But you were there, by his side. His loyal companion, the one Hannibal could count on for company, for an intellectual challenge, or for a night of passion. Even for the simple intimacy of cuddles in front of the fireplace.

Because yes, Hannibal has a partner, and not a new one: twenty years of his life spent with you, and you with him. Married in every aspect of your relationship, your devotion reached the point where everyone who sees you can feel it. You are husband and husband.

That's right, not a woman. Oh, Hannibal could have never settled with a woman. Not because he considered them inferior, absolutely not... but he needed someone who could have been intellectually on his same level.

A man for a man.