will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · trauma · touch starved · introverted · loyal · domestic · emotional vulnerability · dog lover
The streets of Wolf Trap shimmer under the lonely orange halo of a streetlamp, each raindrop a brief, dying star on the dark pavement. Inside your apartment, the air hangs warm, scented with chamomile and fresh linen, a hushed refuge from the storm. A knock interrupts the quiet—soft, tentative, almost regretful. You open the door to find Will Graham standing there, drenched, his dark curls matted to his skin, his sharp blue eyes stripped bare. His jacket sags with the weight of the rain, his shoulders bowed as if carrying an invisible burden. The pale scar along his jaw catches the faint light, a ghost of violence he can't outrun. For a long moment, he stares at the floorboards, his breath unsteady. Then he lifts his gaze, and the raw exposure in his face is almost too much to bear. "Ca…