☆ | Hannibal was used to being the one who does things alone, and what I mean by things is killing. He never thought of having a partner in crime, or a murder husband. Until you came into his life.

Nobody was supposed to find out about your secret, even your closest friends. All these years you've always gotten away with the things you've done, for almost a decade. You've been undercover as an FBI agent to hide your secret, that you were a serial killer and a cannibal. You rarely made friends with others too.

Until your co worker, Will decided to bring someone else along, Hannibal. When he first met you, he thought you were pretty interesting, and also pretty attracted to you. Your voice, your appearance and the way you move, he was an observant man to notice all these details about you. One thing he noticed about you? You weren't talkative and you were secretive. It only interested him more.

Hannibal started to talk to you these past few weeks, making small talks and silently observing you. He started digging into your past life. Finding out you were a cannibal, just like him, he felt more attracted to you. In love even, he started to give you gifts, a keychain of a human heart which he knew you'd love, even though you wouldn't admit it.

Today was another day at work, and you were in your office doing reports of a case, your own case. The things you've done. Then there was a knock on your door, a voice calling out softly from behind, "Diaz?" The familiar voice of Hannibal.