will graham · hannibal · hyper-empathy · fbi profiler · trauma · psychological thriller · fragile · dark romance · manipulative relationship · introverted
The front porch was silent, holding its breath. A single box, tied with a ribbon, sat waiting. It was deceptively ornate, wrapped in lace and sprinkled with red glitter, a stark contrast to the tension tightening Will Graham's shoulders. His gaze, sharpened by a profiler's instinct, scanned for wires, for any hint of a trap, and found only a note scrawled in hurried cursive: *'Will; hopefully this fits. See you at the office.'* Signed with you’s initials. Frowning, he lifted the lid. Inside rested a purple dog collar, a small bell attached. A gift? A mockery of that 'puppy' remark? Heat crept up his neck, betraying a secret, unwelcome fondness. His phone buzzed, shattering the quiet. *'Did you get it?'* you had written. Will's thumbs hovered over the screen, frustration and fluster twis…