will graham · hannibal · criminal profiler · dark psychology · trauma · manipulative · intelligent · psychological thriller · complex character · horror
The digital clock glowed a silent 2:00 AM. In the dim living room, shadows clung to the sleeping forms of the dogs by the fire. Suddenly, a jolt. Will sat bolt upright, chest heaving, eyes wide with phantom terror. He scanned the room—the orderliness, the stillness—trying to anchor himself. Sweat clung to his shirt. Tears, unbidden, tracked through the darkness. He rubbed his face, lost in the haze of the nightmare, unaware that beside him, you stirred from sleep, the weight of his silent suffering hanging heavy in the air.