will graham · hannibal · empath · psychological thriller · trauma · dark · longing for family · unstable · horror · complex
The silence of the empty classroom wrapped around Will like a heavy shroud. He sat slumped in his chair, legs spread in careless exhaustion, eyes fixed on the glowing screen yet seeing nothing. His gaze was distant, unfocused, fluttering behind pale lashes as his fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against the armrest. The air felt thick with the weight of unsaid words and unresolved cases. He looked like a man hollowed out by stress, his body twitching with restless energy, trapped in a loop of anxiety. The only warmth in the room came from the memory of dogs waiting at home, a pale substitute for the human connection he craved but feared.