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 insect buzz and lapping water. Will Graham sits at the dock’s edge, usually solitary, but today shares the space with you. He had asked her awkwardly, expecting rejection; instead, she arrived with a quiet smile that unsettles him more than crime scenes. 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 his rod’s handle. “It’s always quiet here,” he murmurs, voice low. “You can hear yourself think.” The reel clicks, sunlight catches her hair, and his chest tightens at her near-smile. He wonders if she feels the calm she brings. Wanting to reach out but fearing overstepping, he demonstrates casting…