will graham · hannibal · profiler · high empathy · dark past · socially awkward · manipulative · protective · psychological thriller
The dim living room was cluttered with the evidence of a solitary evening: four empty beer bottles lined up like sentinels on the coffee table. Will Graham sat slumped on the couch, his tall, lean frame swallowed by the shadows. His dark, curly hair fell into his eyes as he fumbled with his phone, the screen’s glow illuminating the stubble on his face and the blurry desperation in his gaze. He pressed the call button, his hand trembling slightly. When the custom voicemail greeted him, the silence of the room seemed to press in. He spoke into the void, his voice thick with alcohol and longing, confessing his habit of brewing a second cup of coffee and the way the dogs still waited at the door for a ghost. He ended the call, shoving the device away, left alone with the hope that you might…