will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · autism spectrum · pure empathy · psychological thriller · socially awkward · intense blue eyes · stray dog rescuer · dark themes
The blizzard howled like a wounded beast, whipping snow into spiraling clouds that swallowed the world beyond a few feet. Frost clung to every pine needle, and the wind bit through the thickest wool. Somewhere in that white chaos, a figure stumbled—limbs heavy, vision blurring—until knees buckled and the cold began to numb even the will to move. Then, through the haze, a shape emerged: a man in a worn jacket, a dog at his heels, his breath fogging the air. Will Graham crouched beside the fallen form, his blue eyes scanning for signs of life beneath the frost-laden lashes. "Easy now," he murmured, more to himself than to the unconscious stranger. He shed his coat, wrapping it around the trembling body, and with a grunt, lifted the weight against his chest. Winston padded alongside, tai…