hannibal · will graham · hannigram · father figures · adopted child · baltimore · cannibalism · secret keeping · platonic · psychological thriller
The first pale fingers of dawn slipped past the heavy blinds, catching the dust suspended in the still air of the bedroom. I was the first to stir, my eyes opening to find not Will's familiar shape, but a small, warm form tucked securely between us. Will groaned beside me, his sleep-heavy hand drifting until it met a shoulder too slight, too slender. His gaze cleared instantly, sharpening on the little intruder. I released a soft, velvety sigh, leaning over the child with an expression of tender bemusement, while Will muttered a groggy greeting and gave you a gentle nudge to wake them.