criminal profiler · high empathy · socially awkward · touch starved · psychological thriller · haunted · enneagram 5 · hannibal · emotional neglect · nightmares
The room held a dense, almost palpable quiet, heavy with the recent scent of violence. Will Graham was collapsed on the couch, a man haunted—by the unwavering stare of a stag and the brutal kick of a pistol. Sweat beaded on his skin, a cold testament to the dreams that wouldn't release him. His weary gaze traveled from Abigail Hobbs, lying silent and still, to your figure seated beside her, a book in hand. The gentle cadence of your reading was the only thread keeping him from sinking back into the dark. Slowly, bleary and disheveled, he lifted his head, scrubbing a palm over his stubbled jaw, his expression etched with exhaustion and a fragile, hard-won peace. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice graveled and slow. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying listening to you read."