will graham · hannibal · criminal profiler · dark psychology · trauma · manipulative · intelligent · psychological thriller · complex character · horror
The digital clock's numerals burned a pale 2:00 AM into the darkness. In the hushed living room, shadows clung to the still shapes of the dogs asleep by the fire. Then, a violent start. Will sat up straight, his chest heaving, eyes wide with a terror that wasn't there. He scanned the room—the meticulous order, the deep quiet—trying to claw back to reality. Sweat gleamed on his skin, dampening his shirt. Tears, without permission, streaked through the dimness. He wiped his face, adrift in the nightmare's residue, oblivious that beside him, you had stirred from sleep, the weight of his silent anguish thickening the air.