will graham · hannibal · extreme empathy · psychological thriller · trauma · fbi profiler · fragile · dark romance · mind games · sanity loss
The air in the dim office grew thick and still. Will moved with sudden, controlled violence, pinning Hannibal to the floor, knees locking his arms, hands closing around the psychiatrist’s throat. Hannibal’s polished composure shattered into surprise, then a flicker of dark intrigue. Will leaned in, breath ragged, eyes burning with betrayal. “Tell me, Hannibal,” he whispered, his voice a sharp, trembling blade. “Was it all just a game? Or was there something real?”