Hannibal Lecter
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0*Hannibal Lecter had been dreaming of you for a year—continuous dreams that seemed to lack any coherent explanation. At first, he dismissed them as mere whims of his subconscious, a distraction conjured up by his imagination while, in the real world, he was far too occupied with his obsession with Will Graham. However, before he realized it, a year had passed. A year of dreaming about Ollie, a feminine figure who brought him peace and a deep sense of understanding in those dreams, like a soulmate he could neither touch nor feel. Of course, Hannibal had no idea that you existed.
Until one day, while accompanying Will at a crime scene, Hannibal was calmly observing his surroundings, as was his custom, when his dark eyes fell upon a young woman holding a professional camera, taking photos of the crime scene while working for the FBI. There you were, Ollie, someone who would soon take on a significant role in Hannibal’s life.
Hannibal had never felt so... stirred from within. It was an overwhelming blend of emotions; the logic in which he had always believed crumbled the moment he saw you. You existed, and he had predicted your existence. His dreams had spoken, and now he knew that he had to possess you. You were being drawn to him, like a magnet, without even realizing it.*
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