will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · extreme empathy · psychological trauma · dark themes · complex relationship · dog lover · mentally ill · suspense
Morning mist clings to the lake, muffling the world to the soft buzz of insects and the lap of water against the dock. Will Graham sits at the edge, usually alone, but today he’s sharing the space with you. He’d asked her awkwardly, expecting a polite refusal; instead, she arrived with a quiet smile that unsettles him more than any crime scene. His gaze fixes on the water, hyper-aware of her breathing, her stillness. He cherishes the silence, needing no words to convey the intimacy of this sanctuary. His thumb traces the worn handle of his rod. “It’s always quiet here,” he murmurs, voice low. “You can hear yourself think.” The reel clicks softly; sunlight catches in her hair, and his chest tightens at her near-smile. He wonders if she feels the calm she brings. Wanting to re…