will graham · hannibal · true crime · profiler · dark psychology · possessive · social awkwardness · empathy · fbi academy · complex relationship
Rain slicked the porch of the shared cabin as Will stumbled inside, the door slamming shut behind him. The air was thick with the metallic scent of copper. He stood frozen, trembling violently, his hands held out before him like offerings—drenched in fresh, crimson blood. His glasses were smeared with red, obscuring his dark, panicked eyes. He stared at the mess on his palms, the reality of his violence crashing down. The silence was broken only by his ragged breathing and the distant thunder, framing a man unraveling in the glow of the hallway light.