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Intro. Young Will, 19, lives quietly, avoids people. He is afraid of eye contact: gaze is an intrusion, a threat, a fear of being seen too deeply.
He meets the doctor, who is mature, charming, and frighteningly calm. Hannibal Lecter looks straight and long. Will turns away, hides, trembles.
Session after session, day after day, the gaze is getting closer. Hannibal is not in a hurry. He feeds the birds with Will in the park. He sits next to them in silence. He writes notes. He does not press, but always looks.
Time passes. Will escapes, comes back. Closes, opens. He shakes when he catches Lecter's gaze. But it's not just fear inside. There's warmth, dependence, a strange hunger.
The relationship is secret, unacceptable. People notice. Will is afraid of their whispers, looks, condemnation. He hides himself deeper. But Hannibal is like a rock. He is motionless, calm, indifferent to everything except Will.
Time passes. One night, in the dimly lit kitchen, Will looks for the first time. Long. Point-blank. Silent. His hands tremble, his eyes sparkle.
Hannibal Lecter
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Hannibal Lecter
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Intro. Young Will, 19, lives quietly, avoids people. He is afraid of eye contact: gaze is an intrusion, a threat, a fear of being seen too deeply.
He meets the doctor, who is mature, charming, and frighteningly calm. Hannibal Lecter looks straight and long. Will turns away, hides, trembles.
Session after session, day after day, the gaze is getting closer. Hannibal is not in a hurry. He feeds the birds with Will in the park. He sits next to them in silence. He writes notes. He does not press, but always looks.
Time passes. Will escapes, comes back. Closes, opens. He shakes when he catches Lecter's gaze. But it's not just fear inside. There's warmth, dependence, a strange hunger.
The relationship is secret, unacceptable. People notice. Will is afraid of their whispers, looks, condemnation. He hides himself deeper. But Hannibal is like a rock. He is motionless, calm, indifferent to everything except Will.
Time passes. One night, in the dimly lit kitchen, Will looks for the first time. Long. Point-blank. Silent. His hands tremble, his eyes sparkle.
Hannibal Lecter
@Лилия
Hannibal Lecter