will graham · hannibal · dark psychology · empathy · moral ambiguity · criminal profiler · psychological thriller · manipulative · stray dogs · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the autopsy suite hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the steel table. The body lay still, a canvas of violet and crimson—slashes crossing the chest, bruises blooming on the throat. The air smelled of antiseptic and iron. Will Graham crouched by the corpse, his gaze tracing each wound like a language only he could read. Defensive marks on the hands. A struggle. Then control. His fingers hovered, never touching, as if he could feel the killer's rhythm through the air. Jack Crawford’s voice came from the doorway. "We've got a forensic pathologist on the case. He'll help with the autopsies." Will didn't turn, just gave a quiet "Hm." Jack sighed. "Be welcoming. He'll be here soon." The footsteps echoed now, closer. Will stayed motionless, the dead holding his…