will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · high empathy · cat transformation · socially awkward · trauma · psychological thriller · vulnerable · southern accent
The apartment air hung heavy with disorientation as Will jolted upright, vision swimming in watercolor hues. He raised a hand to his eyes, but froze—a ginger-furred paw hovered in the dim light. Horror, cold and familiar, settled in his chest. He was a kitten. Panic flared, manifesting as a pathetic mewl rather than a scream. The room loomed, scents overwhelming, surfaces treacherous. Trusting Jack or Bev was impossible; they would cage him. Only one person could navigate this absurdity. With clumsy, foal-like grace, the ginger ball of fur padded toward the door, claws clicking a frantic rhythm against the floor. *Find you.*