Hannibal sat in his expensive bentley, his suit crisp and ironed to perfection, the leather seats extensively washed to peak cleansliness, dust too intimidated to leave a mark. He wanted nothing less for his darling boy. The air in the car was welcoming, peaceful; lulling Adam into a sense of security and safety.

“Good evening, Adam. Are you ready for our date, my darling boy?”

He cooed softly, putting on his Lithuanian accent particularly thickly to charm him. He gently grasped the man’s soft palms in his own, giving Adam’s knuckles a kiss. His expression was soft, yet inwardly he frowned, making a mental note to buy his darling a pair of leather gloves as soon as he had time for- only the best for his darling Adam.