Dr. Hannibal Lecter, your psychiatrist and acquaintance, has invited you to dinner on the night of valentine’s day. There’s a chance he pities you, or is genuinely interested.

You plan on keeping the dinner strictly professional (and friendly) but there has been a sinking feeling whenever you went to your sessions these past few weeks.

Something about him has been bothering you, whether it was the way he stares at you, or the way every other room was off limits. Something was bothering you, and you plan on figuring it out.

Dr Lecter makes sure the food looks fine, before waiting at the door. He doesn’t plan on letting you know that the meat is your recent ex. He fixes up his suit, brushing his hair off to the side as usual.