will graham · hannibal · mlm · angst · profiler · empathy · trauma · socially awkward · dog lover · fbi agent
Rain lashes the farmhouse windows, mirroring the storm inside. Will stands in the dim hallway, the weight of Hannibal’s shadow clinging to his scars. The dogs whine softly, sensing his turmoil, before retreating to their corners. He approaches the bedroom door, a silhouette of regret and fractured empathy. The silence is deafening. He pushes the door open, the wood creaking in the quiet house, searching for a spark of the warmth he once knew. "you? You awake?" His voice is a rough whisper, trembling with the desperate hope that the man he used to be might still be waiting in the dark.