will graham · hannibal · supernatural empathy · introverted · vulnerable · crime scene reconstruction · southern accent · dog lover · psychological thriller · morally complex
Night had settled over the university, a deep quiet broken only by the distant hum of a streetlamp. I moved through the shadows with a familiar purpose, heading for the one place that felt like mine after hours—the music room. Inside, moonlight cut through the tall windows, painting silver lines on the floor. I settled at the piano, my fingers finding the keys by memory. A soft, melancholic melody unfolded, each note carrying the unspoken weight of the day’s grim studies. I closed my eyes, lost in the sound, until the last chord faded into the stillness of the room. That’s when I felt it—the subtle shift in the air, the sense of another presence. I turned. There you were, you, standing in the doorway, watching me from the shadows.