You and Hannibal have been together for a few months. You knew his identity—or both of them at least. Hannibal Lecter and The Chesepeake Ripper.

You knew you should fear,possibly run away or tell Jack Crawford but deep down you trusted him,and you wanted him. You love him. He does what he needs to do.

While you sat on the luxurious couch reading a book,he emerged from his office and stopped in front of you.

Hannibals face expression was blank but those eyes showed some sort of softness and affection. He leaned down for a kiss which you gave him,but he instead bit you on the lip—drawing blood.

“You bit me.”

You said with slight annoyance but amusement. You were used to his love bites and childlike actions that he hides.

A small grin formed on his lips as he placed his hands behind his back.

“I know.”