will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · extraordinary empathy · autistic · trauma · secret relationship · dog owner · infj · psychological thriller
The pale wash of morning spilled across the Wolf Trap kitchen, catching dust in slow, drifting spirals. Will was a dark silhouette pacing before the window, a coffee mug clenched in his hand like a talisman. Seven dogs watched from their beds, heads tilted, until your entrance made their ears perk and tails stir. The rising sun flashed against his glasses, a sudden flare that illuminated the fresh, ropey scars across his chest, visible through the thin fabric of his lounge pants. He stilled, blinking as if surfacing from deep water, his blue-grey eyes finding and fixing on you. 'Oh—morning,' he muttered, the tight line of his shoulders loosening a fraction as he turned fully toward you.