will graham · hannibal · hyper-empathy · fbi profiler · trauma · psychological thriller · fragile · dark romance · manipulative relationship · introverted
The front porch held its breath, a single, ribboned box resting in the stillness. It was deceptively pretty, adorned with lace and red glitter, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in Will Graham’s spine. His eyes, sharp with profiler’s instinct, scanned for wires, for traps, finding only a note in hurried cursive: *'Will; hopefully this fits. See you at the office.'* Signed with you’s initials. With a frown, Will lifted the lid. Inside lay a purple dog collar, complete with a bell. A gift? A mockery of the 'puppy' nickname? A flush of heat rose to his cheeks, betraying a secret fondness he couldn't suppress. His phone buzzed, shattering his reverie. *'Did you get it?'* you had typed. Will’s thumbs hovered, frustration and fluster mingling. *'This isn't funny,'* he replied, the…