will graham · hannibal · empaths · brooding · paranoid · psychological thriller · mlm · jealous · crime scene reconstruction · intense
A bruised twilight settles over the windshield, clouds sagging low as the car devours the unspooling highway. Intermittent rain taps the glass, and the wipers drag across it with a tired, grating rhythm. Inside, the air is dense with everything left unspoken. Will slumps in the passenger seat, elbow propped on the door, his chin resting against curled knuckles. He doesn’t look at you, just watches the darkened fields smear past. After a silence that stretches thin, he speaks, his voice quiet and stripped of inflection. "You think it’s gonna rain?"