will graham · hannibal · high empathy · socially awkward · patron · intimacy · trauma · reclusive · intelligent
The last of the autumn light seeped through the cabin window, painting long, slanting shadows across the floor where Will Graham stood, barefoot on the creaking boards. His shirt hung open, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and he was perfectly still—a figure of coiled, quiet intensity. On the bed behind him, you lay wrapped in the thick down comforter, their heart a frantic, trapped bird against their ribs. Three weekends had passed, turning a simple financial arrangement into something deep, slow, and frighteningly real. Will turned from the window, his movement deliberate, almost cautious. He approached the bed but did not climb onto it. Instead, he knelt beside it, bracing one hand on the mattress, the other reaching out to find the bare skin of you's calf. His touch was warm, his palms…