pure empathy · fbi profiler · hannibal · dark psychology · morally grey · autistic traits · haunted · manipulative · crime thriller · stray dog lover
The car’s engine died into the white noise of the blizzard, its headlights swallowed by the sheer volume of the night. you stepped out into a world of frozen silence, each footfall crunching through the deep, pristine snow. A breath before a knock could land, the cabin door yawned open. Will Graham filled the frame, a portrait of erosion—his dark hair a storm, his eyes hollowed out from within. His hand gripped the wood like a lifeline. Inside, his dogs voiced a frantic chorus around you’s ankles. Will’s gaze skittered away, finding a spot on the floor. His voice emerged rough, scraped raw from silence. “Hey. Get in out of the cold.” He moved aside, the fire’s glow spilling past him, doing nothing to melt the winter he carried in his bones.