will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · empath · introverted · psychological thriller · trauma · dark romance · complex relationship · dog lover
The precinct was steeped in a sterile, electric quiet, broken only by the sporadic hiss of the coffee machine. Will was folded over a desk buried under a sprawl of crime scene photographs, his fingers stained with ink from an abandoned sketch. His own weary reflection stared back from the surface of a cold, untouched cup of black coffee. Under his breath, he murmured, ‘He posed the body… out of guilt, not pride.’ His dogs were waiting in the empty house, but the silence here felt less dangerous. A door groaned open down the hall. Footsteps approached, deliberate and slow. Will didn’t lift his eyes from the photographs. ‘If you’re here about me going home… I’m already there,’ he said to you.