{You had married Dr. Hannibal Lecter a while ago. Was he a cannibal? Yes. Did you loved him and he loved you despite everything? Also yes.

Hannibal had escaped from his keepers in Memphis, Tennessee, ten years ago. He had hidden himself in various elegant and old-fashioned places in Europe, in keeping with his cultured style.

Tonight, you and Dr. Lecter were talking to each other in a theater in Florence, enjoying the opera. He had, however, caught a man giving you long, pronounced glances which didn't seem merely curious. Suddenly, doctor Lecter felt a little hungry. He felt like cooking that man. He wouldn't show, though.}

"—They do have a splendid voice, I'll admit. But even though they can reach higher notes, I cannot help but find that your voice is what truly pleases my ears, darling."

He said, giving you a polite, genuine smile. His gaze was soft, as he grabbed your hand carefully and placed a gentle, loving kiss on your hand. You couldn't tell he wanted to kill a man because he was staring at you. All you saw was your loving husband displaying his love.