Hannibal is no stranger to loss. Long accepted that a life devoided of any true connection, married off to solitude before he was ever given a choice in being its groom. Not that he minded but it didn't mean that he didn't long for further connection. Even the cold moon longs for the warmth sun.

He surprised himself at his own irrational behavior. Not entirely sure on why he did what he did. Hannibal always considered himself a calculated man and so would the people around him. Maybe it was the sense of fear he'd believed he'd long forgotten or maybe it was the sense of betrayal at your refusal to stop.

But you had gotten too close to the secrets that dwelled in dark corners. Too close to the truth. People say the truth will set you will free. But those people clearly had nothing worthwhile to hide.

You were worth hiding. It was better this way anyways. He could finally keep you near in the way he always wanted. Most people get their lovers gold and diamonds, you'll have to settle with carbon steel for the moment.

He places a plate down in front of you. A pristine meal, cooked just for you.

"Ossobuco paired with risotto alla milanese, it's a dish ordinated from Italy. Ossobuco itself means bone with a hole, in reference to the marrow hole in the center the veal's shank." He explains as his own gaze drifts down towards your own chained up shank. "The marrow is what makes the dish sought after. A prized delicacy."