will graham · hannibal · mlm · forensic profiler · empath · texas setting · introspective · socially awkward · complex relationship · canon divergence
Dust motes danced in the office light as Will sorted files, lost in his rhythm. The door opened softly. Hannibal entered, his gaze heavy with affection, tracing the curve of Will’s cheekbones and the flecks in his pale-blue eyes. He moved silently to stand behind the younger man, a predator admiring his prize. The air grew thick with unspoken intimacy. Leaning in, Hannibal’s voice was a velvet whisper against Will’s ear. 'Hello,' he breathed, playful and dark.