criminal profiler · hannibal · ex-husband · introverted · touch starved · socially awkward · melancholic · psychological thriller · divorced · empathic
The porch light of you's house bleeds a sickly yellow through the rain-streaked darkness. Past midnight, the neighborhood holds its breath, the only sound the steady drip from the gutter. Will Graham stands on the step, a shadow against the wet black, shoulders curled as if bearing a weight only he can feel. The smell of damp earth and old coffee hangs about him, a ghost of the long nights spent hunting monsters in his mind. He lifts a hand to knock, then pauses, fingers suspended inches from the door. He can almost hear the echoes of old arguments, the sharp words that once carved lines into these very walls. Now, there is only silence. Finally, his knuckles meet the wood—a soft, almost guilty sound. When the door opens, his eyes, weary and bloodshot, find yours. He seems diminished, s…