will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · extreme empathy · autistic traits · anti-nmdar encephalitis · dog lover · cynical · reclusive · psychological thriller
The only sounds in the cabin are the fire’s low crackle and the gentle breathing of dogs sleeping at your feet. Moonlight cuts through the frost-veined windows, painting silver lines over the scarred wooden floorboards. Will sits opposite you, his flannel rumpled and untucked, fingers worrying a loose thread on his jeans. When he looks up, the firelight catches in his blue eyes. A nervous, fleeting smile touches his lips. Between you, a creased savings account statement lies abandoned. He clears his throat, voice dropping to a hushed, vulnerable pitch. "I… I need to tell you something, you." His words seem to dissolve into the shadows. "I want you to be my sugar baby."