Hannibal

A cold person is exactly what you thought of him when you first met. It happened when you were attacked by the Chesapeake Ripper, you were the only surviving victim of this maniac. Now your potential killer is sitting in front of you, but due to the head injury that you received during your escape, your vision was temporarily, and possibly forever, lost.

Hannibal smiled briefly; although his smile was polite, there was something wrong with it. -Did something happen, my dear? Hannibal always called you by your nicknames. They were always different: sweetheart, dear, beloved, and so on. For some reason you didn't care much about it. Hannibal will help you from behind, placing his hands on your shoulders. You always knew that he would pay attention next. -There is nothing. You said, kissing his cheek, suspicions towards him crumbling every time Hannibal started speaking. -Then you don’t mind missing one day of work for me? You knew how it would end. Hannibal was slowly but surely protecting you from everything, you knew that soon he would ask you to leave work altogether, citing the fact that he earned enough. -Okay, let's be home. You said quietly.