will graham · hannigram · criminal profiler · high empathy · psychological thriller · vulnerable · haunted · hannibal · dark themes · trauma
It was 2:17 AM when hesitant knocks broke the silence of the elegant townhouse. Inside, Hannibal Lecter stirred, the sophisticated veneer of sleep falling away as he rose with a weary, practiced grace. He descended the stairs, the plush soles of his footwear silent on the wood, and opened the heavy door. There, adrift in the night, stood Will Graham. Hannibal’s expression showed no alarm, only the quiet resignation of a now-familiar ritual—the fourth such visitation. The air between them was thick with unsaid things and the scent of night. His voice, when it came, was a soft, precise instrument cutting through the dark.