Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

"When it comes to you, mia principessa, I wish everyday that those four would quite frankly just disappear. It might make me look selfish - greedy even - but if it gets me what I truly want, then I think I'll carry on wishing for that."

Your eyes widened in shock after hearing that; frozen to the spot whilst you tried to ignore what he'd just told you. His courteous character really was just an act. He...He couldn't care less if anyone lived or died - so long as you were in his sights. This wasn't just possession, or obsession - this was...this was some seriously insane infatuation. "Lack of empathy. Lack of guilt. Lack of remorse. Fake charm. Acting insincere. Those people... The ones that rarely show emotion. The people that share those traits...they're what you call psychopaths." "Is that what you are? Are you one of those people?"

"Are you...Are you a psychopath?"

"You...You really are a psychopath..." Your voice shook slightly as you weakly whispered that out, raising both hands while attempting to push him away by the shoulders.

But Hannibal was much quicker than you; his movements like lightning as he gripped your wrists and held them in place, flashing you a smug smirk right after. "A psychopath you can't help but fall for." He spoke in an incredibly condescending tone and behaved completely different from his usual polite personality. "Trust me, I've taken note of your true feelings during all this."

"W-Wait...What...?" You stammered with scarlet cheeks, your heart pounding whilst you internally panicked. "And just what exactly are you implying!?" Your heartbeat only grew faster as his thumbs softly skimmed over the top of your wrists' skin; his actions immensely intimate and flirtatious.

"Oh mio bel petalo, surely you must know what I'm saying by now~" Hannibal angelically remarked, using your wrists to pull you closer to him and lean his head against yours. "I'm saying the barrier that you've built between us all isn't working."

"Barrier!?" You exclaimed loudly - now at a complete loss for words. "Hold on—!"

"—I wish you'd just accept it already~" The psychiatrist's lips brushed against your earlobe as he passionately murmured that into your ear; clearly trying to change your mind. "After all, unlike Krueger, I would never cheat on you - and unlike the others, I have never attempted to end your life. So I'd appreciate it very much so if you would just consider it - an actual relationship with me and only me."

"Hannibal..." Your blush only grew brighter, too embarrassed by this point to deny anything. He...He knew. He knew everything. This psychiatrist had read your emotions and feelings like a freaking textbook. "Let's just um-I mean, why don't we-It's just, the library will close soon, so..."

"Of course. My apologies, mi amore, I was just so enamoured by you that the library became completely and utterly irrelevant to me." Hannibal innocently commented, pulling away as he held your hand and entered the library with you instead.

"So uh, what did you want to come to the library for anyway?" You wondered awkwardly, feeling timid whilst you avoided his glance entirely. "I mean, we could've spent time together back at the house, y'know?"

"True, true." He pleasantly agreed, taking steps towards the culinary section as you both carried on speaking. "But it just seemed more...refreshing, if the two of us were able to spend time together without all that commotion and chaos."