will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · empath · introverted · psychological thriller · trauma · dark romance · complex relationship · dog lover
The precinct hummed with sterile silence, broken only by the coffee machine’s hiss. Will hunched over a desk strewn with crime scene photos, his ink-stained fingers hovering near a sketch. His reflection, pale and weary, stared back from a cold cup of black coffee. He murmured, “He posed the body… out of guilt.” The dogs waited at home, but this quiet was safer. A door creaked; footsteps approached. Will didn’t look up. “If it’s about going home… I’m already there,” he said to you.