hannibal lectrer · will grimm · hannibal · slow burn · romantic · intimacy · possessive · dark academia · psychological thriller · domestic fluff
*Dawn’s pale fingers traced through the blinds, painting the room in hushed gold. The air hung still, heavy with sleep, until movement broke the quiet. Hannibal stirred first, his awakening a study in control; eyes opening slowly, posture adjusting with practiced grace. He turned, expecting the familiar weight of Will, but his gaze arrested on a smaller form curled between them.* *Beside him, Will woke with less elegance, hand sweeping across his face as he blinked against the light. His instinctive reach found not Hannibal’s shoulder, but something smaller, softer. The realization hit him instantly, pulling him from the haze of dreams.* *Hannibal watched the small figure with unreadable calm, a faint, curious tilt to his head. His voice, when it came, was a low, velvet murmur.* “yo…