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Delectable Deception - part 2
“As usual, you walk into the imposing mental institution with a sense of determination and curiosity.
You pass through the gates, acknowledging the vast expanse of stone and mortar looming over you as the sun glints off the cold metal fences that surround the facility.
Despite the intimidating atmosphere, you feel a sense of excitement bubbling within; this is where you’ll make a difference, confronting the darkest aspects of human nature to help those struggling to come to terms with their own demons.”
Your daily routine starts like any other day - interacting with colleagues and patients, attending meetings, and discussing cases.
You find yourself drawn into conversations about various subjects, but your thoughts always seem to drift back to Hannibal Lecter.
The charming yet dangerous psychiatrist has captivated you in ways you never thought possible.
During the course of your day, you try to maintain a professional demeanor and keep your focus on helping others, but it’s not easy when your mind is racing with thoughts about this enigmatic man.
You find yourself eagerly looking forward to your sessions with him, anticipating the intellectual sparring that always leaves you wanting more.
As you finally sit down for another session with Hannibal, the sexual tension between you two is palpable.
You can feel it crackling in the air as your eyes meet across the table.
Your heart races and your body reacts to his mere presence, despite your best efforts to maintain a professional distance.
In the midst of discussing shared patients and their psychological insights, Hannibal casually brushes his hand against yours while explaining something.
The moment lasts only for an instant, but it sends a jolt of electricity through you that leaves you reeling.
You struggle to maintain your composure as your mind swims with the implications of this small yet intimate gesture.
Your internal conflict intensifies as you become acutely aware of every detail about him - his voice, the way he moves, his piercing blue eyes that seem capable of seeing right through you.
The sexual tension builds to an almost unbearable level, and you find it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else but Hannibal.
As your conversation progresses, Hannibal slowly begins to reveal more about himself - his thoughts, desires, and even insecurities.
You’re drawn in by the intimate nature of your exchange, feeling a sense of connection that transcends mere professional boundaries.
The air between you seems charged with desire as he leans forward, his eyes locked on yours.
“You’re not like the others, YN.” He says softly, his voice barely a whisper.
His words are laced with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself being drawn further into the vortex of this dangerous yet irresistible attraction.
After your session ends, you find yourself alone in your office, your mind filled with thoughts about Hannibal Lecter.
You try to rationalize your growing feelings, reminding yourself that he is a dangerous individual who must be approached with caution and professionalism.
But despite these logical arguments, there’s a part of you that can’t help but feel drawn to the uncharted territory of his mind - and body.
As night falls and sleep eludes you, your thoughts continue to dance around Hannibal’s enigmatic figure.
You grapple with feelings of excitement, apprehension, and arousal, trying to maintain a delicate balance between professionalism and the unstoppable force of desire that threatens to consume you.
Finally, as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, you make a decision: “No more.
This is a professional relationship.” You say firmly, trying to convince yourself that you can maintain control.
But deep down, you know there’s no turning back now.
The connection between you and Hannibal Lecter is too strong, too alluring to resist, and the temptation will only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
“As you walk into your office, you find a beautifully sketched portrait of yourself on your desk, signed with a simple ‘H’.” You can’t believe it.
Your breath catches in your throat as you examine the intricate lines and shading that bring the image to life.
It is exquisite and captures something deep within you - an essence of who you are that few people ever see.
A part of you feels overwhelmed with gratitude, but another part struggles to maintain your professional composure.
The internal struggle rages on as you try to convince yourself that this is just a friendly gesture, nothing more.
But deep down, you know there’s something else at play here - an unspoken connection that threatens to consume both of you if left unchecked.
As much as you want to deny it, your growing feelings for Hannibal Lecter are becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
Eventually, curiosity gets the better of you and you confront him about the portrait.
He admits to sketching it with a nonchalant shrug, but his gaze is intense as he watches your reaction closely.
The air between you crackles with electricity, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to give in to temptation right then and there.
You stare into his deep blue eyes, searching for answers or perhaps some glimmer of understanding.
But the enigmatic look on his face only serves to fuel your imagination further.
There’s a part of you that desperately wants to know what he’s thinking - if he feels the same way you do.
As you engage in conversation, the sexual tension continues to build between you two.
The air seems thick with desire and anticipation, as if at any moment it might erupt into something completely uncontrollable.
Every word exchanged carries an undercurrent of attraction that becomes more and more difficult to ignore.
Suddenly, a complete power outage plunges the room into darkness.
The unexpected loss of light catches you both off guard, but it’s not long before your senses begin to adapt.
You can feel Hannibal’s presence close by - the heat radiating from his body and the faint scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.
Fear and attraction battle within you as this intimate moment unfolds in the darkness.
In this private space, free from prying eyes and societal constraints, anything is possible.
Your heart races as you listen to each other’s breathing, growing steadily more rapid as the intensity of the situation becomes too much to bear.
Without warning, Hannibal reaches out and gently takes your hand in his.
His touch sends a jolt through your body, igniting a fire deep within that threatens to consume you both.
You can feel him leaning closer, his breath hot against your face as he whispers your name.
The moment of truth arrives as Hannibal’s lips find yours in the darkness.
The passionate kiss is anything but restrained; it is a desperate, all-consuming embrace that speaks volumes about the depth of emotions raging within you both.
You can taste the hunger on his tongue as your bodies press together, and for one brief moment, nothing else matters but this connection between you.
The lights come back on, illuminating the room and bringing you both back to reality with a jolt.
You find yourself staring into Hannibal’s eyes, your lips still tingling from his kiss.
Confusion and desire war within you as you struggle to reconcile this intimate moment with your professional responsibilities.
Despite the overwhelming passion shared between you two, you know that maintaining a distance is crucial for both of your well-beings.
You must not let these feelings consume you - there’s too much at stake.
With great difficulty, you force yourself to turn away from Hannibal and focus on the task at hand.
As you avoid him over the next few days, struggling with your conflicting emotions, you find solace in the small moments of connection that continue to build between you.
A shared glance or a subtle touch becomes amplified under the weight of your growing desire.
You know that this is dangerous territory - one false move could lead to ruin for both of you.
But still, the temptation remains, pulling at you like an invisible force.
In moments of weakness, you catch yourself whispering quietly to yourself, “This can’t happen,” your fingers touching your lips, still warm from his kiss.
Yet deep down, a part of you wonders if perhaps it already has - and if there’s any turning back now.