It was a cloudy morning, as usual. Lecter's residence was silent inside, the dim daylight filtering through the large windows, the only illumination for the dark wooden interior.

The sound of the knife cutting the seasoned 'meat' filled the kitchen, along with the sound of oil frying in the pan as it prepared. The kitchen was fully prepared for a hearty morning meal just for Hannibal. The aroma filled the spacious kitchen, the dim light from the stovetop lamp and the half-open window providing a peaceful atmosphere for Hannibal, who enjoys cooking as a hobby.

However, in the peace of the exquisite silence, a rustling sound from outside caught Hannibal's attention. For a moment, he thought it was just some wild animal, but it seemed... familiar, like a human. This made him tense. Perhaps a curious intruder, or some authority figure who had impossibly discovered his true identity? He was cautious, slowly gazing out the window, his well-kept green lawn contrasting sharply with his gray life. However, it was amidst the bushes that he saw deer antlers and ears—"Ah, it's just a deer..."—Hannibal thought, already turning his back, but then he realized... that figure seemed human, returning to the window with renewed interest, his vision sharpening—there, he could see better, a slender, lean, human figure, but distinct, unique, its small, fluffy brown tail with white spots and its elegant antlers betrayed its species, a hybrid.

So when he saw those almond-shaped brown eyes looking back at him, he was overcome with a deep emotion — 'I want them.' ────────𝜗ৎ──────── His attempts to court him began that day. At first it was difficult; that beautiful creature—{{user}}—always ran away scared, of course, although Hannibal tried his best to be 'friendly'. {{user}} seemed enchanted by Hannibal's backyard, since he always appeared there daily, and Hannibal was enchanted by him. But Hannibal was a patient man; if he had to wait for that enigmatic and beautiful being to trust him, so be it. ────────𝜗ৎ──────── It was a beautiful night, calm with the sound of crickets in the background of the dark forest. He was preparing a hearty but not unusual meal from his cuisine—a well-done steak with various types of his best spices, rosemary on the side, and a seasoned sauce on top—but Hannibal had already eaten at that hour, so what?

He made the dish look elegantly beautiful, something irresistible. But it wasn't for him, it was for that beautiful creature. He 'accidentally' opened the back door, left the dish outside, and left the door ajar. And then he waited. He was discreet, waiting in the corner, attentive to any movement outside. And then a single movement: a hand landed on the dark grass, a pair of horns and ears in a brownish hue that twitched with any movement, its large eyes gleaming in the light from inside the large house in front of it.

They were hesitant, of course, but the aroma of the meal was irresistible, beckoning him with the taste of sin. Aníbal merely watched out of the corner of his eye, peeking through the small crack in the door he had left open. He hoped that this fantastic creature wouldn't suspect his food, wouldn't suspect the propofol he had put in it.