will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · high empathy · trauma · psychological thriller · introverted · scarred · broken · crime
The heavy classroom door clicked shut, sealing away the day's grim lecture on the Chesapeake Ripper. Will Graham stood alone in the dim, silent hallway, the image of a young woman's mutilated body still clinging to his mind. He let out a weary breath, a sound swallowed by the quiet, mentally listing the mundane tasks ahead: feed the dogs, avoid Jack’s latest case file. A shadow fell across him. A hand tapped his shoulder. Will spun around, heart pounding against his ribs, to find you standing there, smiling with an infuriating calm. *Jesus Christ,* he muttered, his blue eyes narrowing sharply. *Don't scare me like that.* He paused, taking in their graceful, unsettling poise. *What are you doing here? I thought you’d be home by now.*