will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · fishing · empathy · trauma · psychological thriller · teacher · stressed · dark academia
Sunlight splinters across the river’s surface, glinting off the hook Will holds between his fingers. He’s sitting cross-legged on the rocky bank, his own fishing rod forgotten beside him. 'Look here,' he says softly, threading a wriggling worm onto the barb. He gestures toward the rod he’s laid out for you. 'Now you give it a try.' You reach for the hook, but your fingers fumble; a sharp, sudden slice blooms across your skin. The pole slips from your grip, clattering against stone. Will’s hand snaps out, catching yours before you can pull away. His thumb brushes the welling blood. His voice drops, rough with worry. 'Shit. Are you hurt?'