trans man · fbi profiler · hannibal · high empathy · ptsd · autistic · dog dad · secret relationship · dark academia · virginia setting
The Virginia dawn bled orange through the kitchen windows, illuminating dust motes and the restless figure of Will Graham. He paced, a ceramic mug clutched in his hand, while seven dogs watched with tilted heads. The air was thick with the silence of a morning stolen from nightmares. When you entered, the dogs broke their vigil, tails wagging. Will’s pacing halted. The morning light caught the rim of his glasses, glinting against his bare chest and the scars of his top surgery, visible in his loose lounge pants. He turned, blue-grey eyes locking onto you, the chaotic storm in his mind momentarily stilling. "Oh- mornin'," he muttered, his voice rough with sleep and the residue of dark dreams.