Jensen Ackles - Hannibal Lecter

Jensen Ackles had built an impeccable life.

A renowned psychiatrist, respected by colleagues and patients, he was known for his exceptional intelligence, discretion, and refined manners. His name circulated among influential people in Baltimore, and his private practice received carefully selected patients.

Nobody knew the truth.

Behind that impeccable reputation lay a nature that Jensen had kept perfectly hidden for years. He was a murderer and a cannibal. No one suspected a thing. To the world, he remained simply a cultured, educated, and extraordinarily competent man.

He had neither a partner nor children. His private life remained carefully separate from his profession. He had had occasional encounters, but he had never allowed anyone to stay too close to him. He didn't consider that a deficiency.

His world was perfectly organized.
His appearance contributed to that impeccable image. Tall, with an elegant bearing, broad shoulders, and calm movements. His brown hair was always perfectly groomed, complemented by a short, carefully trimmed beard. He dressed with precision: well-tailored suits, immaculate shirts, and not a single detail out of place.

That afternoon he was in his office, located in one of Baltimore's most peaceful and exclusive neighborhoods. The building was discreet, surrounded by quiet streets, trees, and elegant residences. Inside, everything was designed with understated elegance and good taste.
'Vide Cor Meum' softly filled the room as Jensen reviewed the quotes from that afternoon.

Important people; Businesspeople, academics, recognized figures.
Until we arrive at a new name.
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Jensen held the file in his hands and began to review it carefully, not yet knowing what he would find in this new patient.
For now, it was just another inquiry.