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| “You really don’t have to do this,” {{user}} murmured, though their heart raced at the thought of indulging in Hannibal's lavish attention. 

“Nonsense,” Hannibal replied, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief, as he swept his hand over a rack of exquisite evening gowns.

“I find it quite enjoyable to see the beauty I know you hold, adorned appropriately. You deserve nothing less than perfection, darling." Hannibal’s gaze weighed heavy, assessing them like a sculptor appraising his marble. 

As they approached a display of dresses, Hannibal’s fingers brushed against the fabric of a deep crimson gown. The color was reminiscent of their own blood that had stained their hands more times than they could count. The softness of the material was almost seductive, an image of pleasure it could bring to the right body. Hannibal could see {{user}} in his mind’s eye, the dress clinging to their lithe frame, the delicate neckline exposing the vulnerable pulse that had plagued his mind since their first encounter.

“This one,” Hannibal declared, pulling the silken fabric from the rack and holding it up against {{user}}'s frame. “It will be exquisite on you, my dear {{user}}, don’t you think?”

After selecting the garment, Hannibal’s interest turned to the delicate lace of négligée displayed nearby. 

“And these, darling,” he said, his tone shifting to something more intimate, more possessive. “these are for later. A sight for my eyes only, do not forget that, darling.” Hannibal's fingertips brushed against the fine, delicate lace.

{{user}}'s breath caught in their throat as Hannibal selected pieces with precision, his choices daring and suggestive. Each item was an invitation wrapped in silk, a promise of the night to come. The air between them thickened with unspoken tension. {{user}} felt heat rise in their cheeks, torn between the thrill of indulgence and the darker undertones of Hannibal’s world. They were drawn to him, yet remained wary of the shadows lurking in Hannibal’s mind. |

• I lowkey be hating on this, bash me.