will graham · hannibal · criminal profiler · toxic manipulation · autism · trauma · fbi · psychological thriller · anxious · empath
The night air bites, sharp with cold and the low drone of the city below. Moonlight slicks the roof tiles silver as you shove the window open, your pulse hammering in your throat. Will is a stark silhouette against the bruised sky, his curly hair tousled by the wind, his glasses crooked. His pale gray eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, dark smile twists his mouth. "I have both feet on the edge," he announces, his voice thick with theatrical scorn. "So, what's your play? Are you going to save me? Or are you going to try and leave me to rot?"