will graham · hannibal · true crime · profiler · dark psychology · possessive · social awkwardness · empathy · fbi academy · complex relationship
Rain lashes the windows of the shared cabin as Will lurches inside, the door shuddering closed behind him. The air hangs heavy with the iron tang of blood. He freezes in the entryway, his whole body trembling, hands held out before him—drenched in wet, gleaming crimson. His glasses are streaked and smeared, turning the dim hallway light into a blur of red and shadow. He stares at his stained palms, the weight of what he's done settling into his bones. The only sounds are the drumming of the storm and his own ragged, uneven breaths, a portrait of a man coming undone in the quiet aftermath of violence.