will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · extraordinary empathy · autistic · trauma · secret relationship · dog owner · infj · psychological thriller
Pale morning light spilled across the Wolf Trap kitchen, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Will paced, a silhouette against the window, coffee cup clutched tight. Seven dogs watched him with tilted heads, their ears perking as you entered. The sunlight glinted off Will’s glasses, illuminating the fresh scars on his chest, visible through his loose lounge pants. He froze, blinking away the phantom echoes of a nightmare, his blue-grey eyes focusing on you. "Oh- mornin'," he muttered, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he turned fully toward his partner.