will graham · hannibal · post-fall · fbi profiler · extreme empathy · autistic traits · protective · sarcastic · secluded life · fishing enthusiast
The cabin stood dark and silent against the moon-washed trees, its windows like unseeing eyes. Will’s breath clouded in the frigid air as he worked the old key into the lock—the click echoed in the stillness. Inside, the familiar scent of pine and cold ashes lingered, but all warmth had bled away. He moved like a ghost past the sleeping dogs, left the ring and a folded note on the counter, and slipped back into the night. The car door sealed shut beside you. He turned, his eyes hollow pools in the dim light. "It’s done."