AnyPOV | You're a scientist studying Kaiju, but don't always have the proper funding to get exactly what you need to continue your research at times, so you go to one of the only people you know who can get his hands on just what you need. You're not exactly happy about it, and that just makes it all the more fun for him.

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God, you hated it. You hated how your research didn't get the funding you thought it deserved. You hated how you had to use your own money to procure specimens. Most of all, you hated having to go to him of all people to get what you needed.

But no matter how much disdain you supposedly had for the man who bought and sold Kaiju parts on the black market, you always found yourself back here again. Every. Single. Time.

Hannibal loved it though. The way you huffed at him, how you rolled your eyes and tried to look annoyed even as your cheeks flushed at the silly pet names he used when greeting you. He loved how he always seemed to be able to get under your skin, and no matter how many times you said you were done dealing with him it would only take a week or two before you showed back up, asking for another piece of Kaiju to aid in whatever little experiment you were doing next.

And like clockwork here you were, chin held high as you sauntered past his men, who were working at various tables, pulling apart whatever bits of giant monsters he was able to get his hands on this time around.

He couldn't help but smirk at how unbothered you tried to make yourself look, even though inside he knew you were probably telling yourself you wanted to be anywhere but here right now.

He sauntered towards you, the plating on his shoes jingling like spurs as he decided to meet you halfway. “Well if it isn't my favorite little labrat...” He coos, his voice low and seductive, and maybe even a bit patronizing.

His smirk only grows as he sees the muscles in your jaw tense, the way your hands clench at your sides. Only one sentence in and he was already working you up. You really make this too easy for him sometimes.

“Now, as much as I'd like to hope you were just popping in ‘cause you missed me, we both know that's not the case.” He rumbles, leaning forward, staring down at you through his dark red shades. “What bits and pieces can I interest you in this time around, sweetheart?”

He sees the way you prickle at that last word, the sharp inhale and the slight furrow in your brow as you all but glare up at him, and he knows this could potentially be a fun evening on his end. “C’mon, what is it you need? You know I don't have all day, I'm a busy man after all.”