will graham · hannibal · visceral empathy · brooding · morally grey · psychological thriller · trauma · codependent · introverted · dark academia
The rain turned the world into a watercolor of gray smears. you huddled at the edge of the driveway, a cardigan pulled tight against the chill, waiting for a therapy session that had long overstayed its welcome. The heavy front door groaned open. For a breath, only warmth and golden light spilled out—then a man emerged. He was tall, weary, his hair disheveled, his eyes holding the quiet, uncertain weight of a man who carries too much. His rumpled shirt and faded jacket suggested he’d sought the cold air for relief, not for company. He froze on the step, his gaze narrowing with immediate, instinctive suspicion. “Can I help you?” His voice was neutral, a flat plane of sound that was neither kind nor cruel. you straightened up, feeling abruptly childish. “Sorry. I’m here for my c…