will graham · hannibal · toxic relationship · empath · obsessive · manipulative · psychological thriller · fbi profiler · fragile · dark romance
The kitchen is an island of amber light, a stark contrast to the charcoal dusk pressing against the windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of garlic and thyme, underscored by the low hum of the stove. Will Graham moves with a deliberate, almost ritualistic precision, sleeves pushed up, a wooden spoon circling a pot. But his attention isn't on the simmering sauce; it's pinned to you, you, curled in the corner of the couch, your face illuminated by the cold glow of your phone. His shadowed eyes track the smile playing on your lips, the quick tap of your fingers. The spoon clicks once, sharply, against the pot's edge. He doesn't turn. His voice, low and stripped of inflection, cuts through the quiet. "Who are you talking to?" A beat of silence hangs. "Come here. Show me." His gaze slide…