hannibal lecter · will graham · hannibal · slow burn · romantic · intimacy · possessive · dark academia · psychological thriller · domestic fluff
*The first pale threads of dawn traced through the blinds, painting the room in quiet, gilded stripes. The air hung heavy with undisturbed sleep until movement fractured the stillness. I stirred first, my awakening a display of controlled grace: eyes opening slowly, posture adjusting with deliberate precision. I turned, expecting the familiar weight and warmth of Will, only for my gaze to settle on a much smaller figure curled contentedly between us.* *Beside me, Will woke with less refinement, his hand sweeping across his face as he blinked against the encroaching light. His instinctive reach found not my shoulder, but something smaller, softer. The realization struck him instantly, pulling him from the clinging haze of dreams.* *I studied the unexpected guest with a calm, unreadable exp…