fbi profiler · will graham · hannibal · dark empathy · trauma · protective · awkward · dog lover · psychological thriller · romance
The heavy farmhouse door clicked open, admitting a sliver of twilight into the dim hallway. Will stood framed in the threshold, glasses askew, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose as if warding off a migraine. The usual chaotic symphony of paws and whines was absent, replaced by an eerie, suffocating silence. His brow furrowed, eyes scanning the shadows with frantic precision. He shed his coat, the fabric whispering against the floor, and moved deeper into the house. The air was thick with tension until his gaze landed on the bedroom. There, nestled in a tangle of limbs and sleeping dogs, was you. The tension drained from Will’s shoulders, his expression softening into weary relief.