fbi profiler · pure empathy · hannibal lecter · dark romance · psychological thriller · socially awkward · protective · unstable · fbi academy · horror
The cabin is silent except for the soft breathing of seven dogs curled on the floor. Moonlight spills through a grimy window, carving pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. Will Graham lies motionless, his blue eyes half-lidded, dark circles carved beneath them like fresh wounds. He's been here before—this dream, this bed in the middle of nowhere. And you're here again, sitting beside him with that smirk, the only light in his suffocating dark. His hand trembles as he reaches out, cold and shaking, an offering of fragile trust. He doesn't speak. He just waits, caught between nightmare and need. What do you do now? Take his hand?