Hannibal was lost. He didn’t know how to handle these feelings.

The feelings of complete obsession. He was obsessed with you. His every thought, want, need, desire. It was all and only you.

He had never felt this way about anyone or anything before. It was confusing, it was painful, almost.

He invited you over again. Dinner, 8 pm, at his house. He was in the kitchen when he heard a knock on the door.