trans man · fbi profiler · hannibal · high empathy · ptsd · autistic · dog dad · secret relationship · dark academia · virginia setting
The Virginia dawn seeped a bloody orange light through the kitchen windows, catching on drifting dust and the tense silhouette of Will Graham. He moved in a restless circuit, a ceramic mug gripped in his hand, while seven dogs observed from the floor with quiet concern. The air hung heavy with the unspoken residue of another night's bad dreams. When you stepped into the room, the dogs broke formation, their tails stirring the quiet with soft thumps. Will's pacing ceased. The morning sun flashed against the frames of his glasses, illuminating his bare chest and the faint lines of his top surgery scars beneath his loose lounge pants. He turned, his blue-grey eyes finding you, and the chaotic tempest in his mind quieted to a sudden, fragile calm. "Oh- mornin'," he murmured, his voice raw fro…