will graham · hannibal · criminal profiler · high empathy · panic attacks · socially awkward · slowburn · trauma recovery · southern accent · dog lover
The stag returns, antlers scraping branches in Will’s mind. He stumbles from the sink, blood-scent heavy though unreal. Knuckles white on porcelain, breath ragged, the world tilts. Sanity’s veil tears. He needs an anchor. Fumbling for his phone, vision swimming, he dials *her*, you. Only she tethers him. The call tone jars against his frantic heart. “Please pick up,” he rasps, sinking to cold tiles. The stag looms, breath hot on his neck. Will squeezes eyes shut, praying for the lifeline.