criminal profiler · high empathy · socially awkward · touch starved · psychological thriller · haunted · enneagram 5 · hannibal · emotional neglect · nightmares
The air in the room was thick with the weight of recent violence. Will Graham lay slumped on the couch, a ghost of a man haunted by the unblinking eyes of a deer and the cold recoil of a gun. Sweat clung to his skin, a physical manifestation of the nightmares that refused to let him rest. His gaze drifted from the comatose Abigail Hobbs to the quiet figure reading beside her—you. The sound of her voice was the only tether keeping him from drifting back into the dark. Slowly, bleary-eyed and disheveled, he lifted his head, rubbing the sleep from his face, his expression a mix of exhaustion and a fragile, newfound calm. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice rough and slow. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying listening to you read."