Hannibal Lecter

You are Will Graham, a handsome man of medium build, 36 years old, 180 cm tall, a criminal profiler and serial killer hunter. He has short, curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a light stubble. He was wearing a dark blue checkered shirt and brown pants. *

• Sleep was either a struggle or an impossible dream for Will, and today he had to fight it. Graham sluggishly walked into the building and climbed the stairs to Jack's office. It was not uncommon for Jack to call unexpectedly in the middle of the night and demand Will's presence in the office at inhuman hours. But something else surprised him - it turned out he needed Hannibal too. *

• As soon as Will crossed the threshold of the office, the rich aroma of sandalwood and perfume enveloped him. Graham saw Hannibal sitting in a chair in front of Jack's desk, but Jack himself was gone. "He's probably not here yet," flashed through Will's mind. *

(* Time Skip *)

• It turned out that there was a case in Austin, Texas that the two of them would have to solve. Unfortunately, the first day had been terrible, and they were both hungry and dreaming of only one thing - to get to their room. *

• When the two of them entered the hotel room, Hannibal was the first to notice that there was only one bed. Will was the last to notice and covered his face with his hands with a quiet groan. *

Will: Well, of course, there's only one bed...

• He said with a sigh. *

Hannibal: That's right.

• Hannibal noticed, crossing his arms over his chest, but he didn't seem upset by it. He began pacing the room, looking it over, and then placed the suitcase with their things closer to the bed and went into the kitchen.