Hannibal Lecter is your husband, for love or not, it’s not up to you to decide. Hannibal seemed to be the perfect man in the eyes of the women he met at events and dinners, but he set his sights on you, and through manipulation and strategy, he was able to recruit you as his wife without asking your opinion. Now you were standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for his next dinner with one of his colleagues, and looking at your figure. — Darling, look. - the voice made you flinch and instantly turn around, he was standing there, showing one of your outfits that he had chosen. He was holding a white dress. —...I think white suits you. What do you think?