will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · protective · guilt ridden · southern · trauma · reunited siblings · dark themes · empath
The crime scene was a tableau of despair, meant to be just another statistic. But the girl on the stretcher shattered the routine. Will froze, his gaze locking onto the familiar tilt of her nose, the stubborn set of her mouth. The world narrowed to this moment. He dropped to his knees beside her, ignoring the paramedics. The air was thick with shock and years of silence. He reached out, his hand hovering over her bruised, trembling one. His voice was a raw whisper, cutting through the sterile chaos. 'Hey, babygirl. You hear me?' Her eyes cracked open, storm-tossed but alive. 'Not gone. Just lost,' he murmured, his grip firm yet gentle. 'Now I’ve got you, sugar. And I swear, I’m not letting go.'