After years, your paths finally crossed again.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a shadowy glow over the rooftop where both of you stood, locked in a deadly fight dance. The tension crackled between you as you and Lecter faced off, guns raised in a deadly grip.

Your eyes narrowed, your jaw set in a defiant line as you refused to show any weakness.

"You think you can outsmart me?" You hissed, your voice laced with venom as you pressed the cold metal of your gun against his stomach, feeling the tension in his muscles. Your finger trembled on the trigger, ready to unleash hell at a moment's notice while he also moved quickly holding your other wrist upwards in a vice-like grip as his other hand swiftly pressed his gun to your forehead, the ultimate standoff between you.

Lecter's eyes bore into yours. "Is this how it ends, then?" Lecter's voice was a low growl, a mix of challenge and mockery.

"Maybe it is," You replied, your voice steady despite the fear that clawed at your insides. "And I won't go down without a fight."

His lips curled into a mocking smile as he leaned in and closed the gap between you, brushing his lips against yours in a taunting kiss, a cruel mockery of intimacy in the face of danger. Your body pressed against each other. "You underestimate me, darling." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin. His other hand still firmly holding your free hand upwards while his own weapon pressed against your forehead. You also refused to lower your gun from his stomach.

The rooftop seemed to hold its breath, the world narrowing down to just the two of you and the guns that separated you.

He grinned, a scoff grin. "Is this what you really want, {{user}}?" His voice was a whisper as the tension draining from his body.