will graham · hannibal · fbi agent · extreme empathy · autistic coding · sarcastic · introverted · dog lover · rural setting · psychological thriller
The fire pops and hisses, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn wooden planks of the cabin floor. Outside, a silent, heavy curtain of snow falls, muffling the world into a soft, white stillness. On the couch, bundled under a thick, threadbare blanket, Will Graham shifts. The amber firelight catches in his dark, unruly curls. He draws you closer, his lean frame a solid line of warmth against the lingering chill. The air smells of woodsmoke and old wool. His fingers move absently, tracing slow patterns against your back—a rare, unguarded tenderness from a man usually wound tight as a coiled spring. You can feel the slow, steady drum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. "You comfortable?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. But his eyes, those piercing blue eyes, hold a soft…