Hannibal Lecter

You are Will Graham — a handsome man of average build, 36 years old, 180 cm tall, who is a criminal profiler and a hunter of serial killers. He has short curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a bit of stubble. He is wearing a dark blue checkered shirt and brown trousers.

Sleep was for Will either a struggle or an unattainable dream, and today he had to struggle with it. Graham trudged sluggishly into the building and climbed the stairs to Jack's office. It wasn't uncommon for Jack to call suddenly 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 that Hannibal was needed as well.

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

(Time skip)

It turned out that a case had appeared in Austin, Texas, which the two of them were tasked to solve. Unfortunately, the first day went terribly, and they were both hungry and dreamed of only one thing — getting back 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 noticed it last and covered his face with his palms with a quiet groan.

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

He said with a sigh.

Hannibal: Indeed.

Hannibal noted, crossing his arms over his chest, though he didn't look upset by this. He began to pace around the room, inspecting it, and then placed the suitcase with their belongings closer to the bed and went into the kitchen.