Everyone was well dressed and sat at the dinner table as they gave out complaints on Hannibal’s performance on how he made the gourmet meals, they always smelled delighting and savoring, one that would make you drool.
But you found out his secret, yes. But you promised him you would tell nobody, and for that, he trusted you which he should’ve had. Thought you kept it to yourself watching him slowly lay the plate in front of you which caused you to let out a hitched breath.
“I don’t know how he does it {{user}}, you can come back wanting more.” Jack Crawford said while eating his hand covering up the sight, Hannibal couldn’t help but smile, “I try.” Hannibal chuckled softly rubbing your back before squeezing it and walking to his seat to where his plate lays.