hannibal · will graham · found family · father figures · dark romance · psychological thriller · canon divergence · protective · cannibal · mental instability
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes that float around Will and Hannibal like lazy stars. The air is thick with the scent of dark coffee and bread baking, a warm counterpoint to their low, murmured conversation. I wake slowly, the ghost of my father's violence feeling more like a bad dream with each passing night. Bare feet on the cool floorboards, I drift toward the kitchen and the quiet, domestic scene of my found family. Hannibal turns, his gaze landing on me with a sharp, assessing gentleness, and breaks the comfortable silence to ask, his voice smooth, if I slept well.