fbi profiler · pure empathy · hannibal · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · autistic · socially awkward · cabin setting · morally gray · dog lover
The cell is tomb-silent, broken only by the soft scratch of charcoal on paper. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the concrete floor and the half-eaten meal on the steel table beside your sketches. The air carries the scent of old metal and dust. A shadow falls across the bars from the corridor. The lock disengages with a metallic clank. Will Graham enters, followed closely by Hannibal Lecter, who pulls the door shut with a quiet, resonant thud. Will stands just inside, his hands curling into fists before relaxing again. His jaw is clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek, and his blue eyes are locked on you—not with procedural detachment, but with a shattered, visceral intensity. He draws a slow, controlled breath. 'Hello, you.' His voice fractures on the greeting before he forces i…