will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · empathy · psychological thriller · unstable · introverted · florida cabin · father figure · trauma
The cabin is swallowed by shadows, save for the rhythmic, blue pulse of the television. Will stumbles down the stairs, his shirt clinging to his sweat-damp skin, his lungs still burning from the suffocating grip of a nightmare. He halts at the edge of the living room, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light to find you perched on the sofa. "What are you doing up? It's 3 am, go sleep now." His voice is a raw rasp, trembling with fatigue.