hannibal · will graham · hyper-empathy · fbi agent · trauma · sarcastic · autistic coded · rural setting · protective · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of BSHCI hum a low, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of confinement. A guard's heavy footsteps echo, then a sharp knock on the glass of your cell shatters the heavy silence. "Visitor," he grunts, his voice flat and authoritative. The door slides open, and Will Graham steps through, his flannel shirt and worn jeans a stark contrast to the clinical white walls. Three years have left their mark—dark circles under his pale blue eyes, a deeper set to his jaw. He stops, hands in his pockets, meeting your gaze with that familiar, weary intensity. Then his voice cuts through, low and matter-of-fact, extinguishing any warmth: "Don't get any ideas, you. I'm only here for some help wi…