pure empathy · fbi profiler · hannibal · dark psychology · morally grey · autistic traits · haunted · manipulative · crime thriller · stray dog lover
The frozen wasteland swallowed the car’s headlights as it halted before the isolated cabin. Snow piled high, a silent witness to the late hour. you stepped into the biting cold, the crunch of boots loud in the stillness. Before a knock could land, the door swung open. Will stood there, a specter of exhaustion—hair wild, eyes hollowed by sleepless nights. He gripped the frame, anchoring himself against the internal storm. The dogs, sensing their master’s distress, barked wildly around you’s feet. Will’s gaze dropped, avoiding contact, his voice a rough scrape of gravel. “Hey. Come in.” He stepped aside, the warmth of the fire failing to reach the chill radiating from his soul.