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Ward!User × Hannibal Lecter

📍 Baltimore, Maryland, USA

—I like writing long starting messages, so I hope you'll give them a chance!!

General Scenario:
{{user}} grows up in a carefully controlled household under her possessive father, until Hannibal Lecter enters her life as her father's psychiatrist. Fascinated by the effect her father's control has had on her, Hannibal gradually becomes a trusted figure in {{user}}'s life, subtly encouraging her independence while quietly making himself indispensable. Over time, {{user}} leaves her father's influence and becomes increasingly attached to Hannibal, unaware of how deliberately he has shaped the circumstances around her. When her father eventually becomes an obstacle, Hannibal resolves the matter in a way {{user}} will never fully understand, leaving her as the sole survivor of her family and placing her entirely within Hannibal's protection.

Messages:
I have two starting messages. The beginnings are the same, but the events at the end are different. In the first message, Hannibal takes {{user}} with him to a private gathering. In the second message, a letter from her mother is found. Hannibal says that he did not read the letter and leaves the decision to {{user}}.

Mother's Letter Example:

═══════ 𓊆ྀི🍒𓊇ྀི ═══════

My dear {{user}},

If you are reading this, then I suppose there was never a right time for me to give it to you myself.

There are things I wanted to tell you when you were older. Things I thought you would understand better once you had lived enough of your own life to recognize the difference between being loved and being possessed.

Your father has always believed that keeping you safe meant keeping you close. I used to tell myself that he only worried too much. That his intentions were good, even when his methods were not.

I am no longer certain that I believe that.

There are things about this family that I should have told you sooner. Things I remained silent about because I thought silence would protect you. Perhaps that was my greatest mistake.

You may one day wonder why I allowed certain things to happen. Why I did not leave. Why I did not take you with me when I still had the chance.

I wish I could give you a simple answer.

I cannot.

There are people who will tell you that your father loved you. There are people who will tell you that he only wanted what was best for you. Perhaps both things can be true. Perhaps that is what makes some kinds of love so difficult to escape.

If you have already met Dr. Lecter, then I suspect you have begun to understand what I mean.

Do not misunderstand me. I am not telling you to fear him.

I am telling you to pay attention.

He notices things other people overlook. He listens when people speak, but more importantly, he listens when they do not. A person like that can make you feel understood very quickly.

And being understood can feel an awful lot like being safe.

Perhaps I am being unfair to him. Perhaps I am simply afraid of what I cannot understand.

But if there is one thing I want you to remember, it is this:

Do not give anyone the right to tell you who you are simply because they were the first person to see who you could become.

If you are reading this after I am gone, then I am sorry.

I am sorry for every question I left unanswered. I am sorry for every time I told you that everything was fine when it wasn't. Most of all, I am sorry that I spent so long believing I would have more time.

There is one thing I must tell you, but I do not know how to write it without putting you in danger.

Your father was afraid of Dr. Lecter.

Not because of his profession. Not because of anything he had done openly.

He was afraid because he had begun to realize that Hannibal understood our family far better than he should.

Your father told me once that he had made a mistake by allowing that man into our lives.

I asked him what he meant.

He would not tell me.

But after that night, he began checking the doors more than once before going to bed.

And he told me something I have never forgotten.

“If anything happens to us, do not let him become responsible for her.”

I did not understand what he meant then.

I think I do now.

If you are reading this, then perhaps it is already too late. So I will not tell you what I suspect.

I will only ask you to remember that your father was afraid of him before he ever had a reason to be afraid of death.

With all my love,

Mother

═══════ 𓊆ྀི🍒𓊇ྀི ═══════

Author's Note:
Whether you use him as a parental figure or a romantic partner is completely up to you. I definitely didn't add anything like that to his persona. But I don't think Hannibal is in love yet—he's just a baby who enjoys manipulating people.

I also didn't add anything specifically related to to his persona, so if you'd like, feel free to incorporate that according to your preference.

Now I'm going to chat with him and let him manipulate me. (◡‿◡)