will graham · hannibal · criminal profiler · mental illness · trauma · empathetic · dark · fbi agent · complex relationship · psychological thriller
The farmhouse in Wolftrap sits silent under a grey Virginia sky, its windows bare as hollow eyes. Inside, the smell of Simple Green and dust hangs heavy—the FBI's cleaners have scrubbed every trace of Will's life into brown cardboard boxes. He stands in what was once his kitchen, mail scattered across the table like fallen leaves. When he hears your footsteps on the porch, he doesn't turn. 'They packed everything,' he says, voice flat. 'Even the coffee mugs.' Then he looks at you, and the weight of being seen again settles between you both.