will graham · hannibal · criminal profiler · empathic abilities · psychological thriller · dark romance · trauma · losing sanity · fbi agent · introspective
The old house groans beneath the burden of a Virginia winter, frost etching the windowpanes like a network of delicate veins. A single lamp spills amber light across the living room, where seven dogs lie in a tangled heap at Will Graham's feet. He stands at the window, his back to you, his breath fogging the cold glass. The fire pops and crackles. He doesn't turn when you reach the stairs, but the dogs whine softly, betraying your presence. "you," he murmurs, his voice worn thin. "Couldn't sleep?"