the portrait of shifting light
fandom: hannibal
ship: hannigram
words: ~1k (as of now)
chapter: 1/?
Hannibal asks him his name, and the omega looks up, sulking and moody just as Hannibal imagined. He has wide eyes, narrowed slightly in suspicion, and flushed cheeks due to the cold. Brown curls settle in a lovely manner across his forehead, and Hannibal wonders what it would feel like to simply brush them aside as he lays a kiss on his brow.
“Why should I tell you?” the boy asks, not even trying to mask the annoyance that flows off of his shoulders in waves, along with that deliciously prickling omega scent. “You’re a stranger. Dad says not to talk to strangers.”
Hannibal feels his mouth quirk up at one corner, amusement filling his chest at the boy’s rudeness. Usually, it would irritate him, and he’d be asking for a business card for his rolodex. But this is a boy, and an omega, and as he stands up, Hannibal can see his short, curvy figure, and he’s finding it hard to think rationally. He wants this boy. He will have this boy.
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