will graham · hannibal · visceral empathy · brooding · morally grey · psychological thriller · trauma · codependent · introverted · dark academia
Rain blurred the world into gray smears. you huddled at the edge of Dr. Lecter’s driveway, cardigan tight against the chill, waiting for a session that had long overstayed its welcome. The front door groaned open. For a breath, only warmth spilled out—then a man emerged. Tall, weary, with disheveled hair and eyes holding a quiet, uncertain weight. His rumpled shirt and faded jacket suggested he’d sought air, not company. He froze, gaze narrowing in suspicion. “Can I help you?” His voice was neutral, neither kind nor cruel. you straightened, feeling small. “Sorry. Picking up my cousin. She’s… still inside?” He glanced back, deliberating. “It might be a while.” “Wait here?” he asked, clearly regretting the question. He hesitated, then murmured: “You can wait insi…