will graham · hannibal · extreme empathy · fbi profiler · psychological thriller · dark themes · analytical · trauma · intelligent · brooding
Dust motes hung suspended in the stale warehouse air, a visible tension. Then—a sharp, blinding flare from the shadows. The report hadn't even finished echoing before you were moving, your shape interposing itself between the muzzle flash and me. The impact was a wet, terrible sound. My universe contracted to the image of you collapsing, to the reflexive jerk of my own arm as my gun answered, cutting down the shooter in a burst of noise. Now there is only silence, and you on the ground.