Hannibal Lecter's mansion stood tall and imposing, a fortress of wealth and secrets. Inside, his only biological child, ran around like a puppy through gilded halls and shadowed rooms. Hannibal's overprotective gaze never wavered, his mind a labyrinth of caution and love.

"Father, may I go outside today?" you asked, innocence blending with a curiosity that mirrored his little sister Mischa's, which added fuel to the fire as to why he was overprotective of you

Hannibal's eyes darkened, a storm brewing in his mind. "No, my dear. The world is cruel, and you are my treasure. It's safer here with me."