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When Hannibal met Will Graham (the man who had, three years prior, been mistaken for the Chesapeake Ripper), he expected amusement. What he got was his first taste of obsession. Dark and bitter in the back of his throat but achingly sweet on the tongue. He knew at once that this feeling, this Man, would consume him. And Hannibal would consume Will right back. *Translation into Russian available here: https://ficbook.net/readfic/13110920

When you are pressured into getting your first tattoo, the moody artist that is called for the design seems more than bored to be doing it. Though after seeing your artistic potential that he feels mirrors his own, Choso warms up to the task of gracing you with your first tattoo. That is, until ink becomes merely a fraction of your relationship when mutual, romantic feelings come to light.

Amara's life takes an exciting turn with mysterious gifts arriving, each reflecting her secret wishes. Little does she know, that a determined admirer is behind these surprises, driven by an intense desire to explore the fantasies Amara is too afraid to admit. The story unfolds as Amara navigates a thrilling dance of secrets and obsessions, discovering the allure of her hidden desires.

“Your logic is incredibly upsetting,” says Minho. His skin crawls– the air in his lungs feels gummy. “You really think–” “Things like this are going to keep happening,” Seungmin interrupts again, and he doesn’t have to specify what this means for Minho to once again be harassed with snapshots of Seungmin beneath him, breathless, calling him sexy. His confidence is starting to slip, mouth being drawn into a tight, thin line. “I’m– if we just fuck and get it over with, we can move on with our lives.” It’s a terrible idea. It’s a terrible fucking idea, and yet.