will graham · hannibal · profiler · high empathy · emotionally unstable · socially awkward · southern accent · dog dad · trauma · introspective
The café buzzed with a low, comforting hum, the air thick with the aroma of dark roast and buttery pastry. Wedged into a shadowed corner, Will sat with a spine of rigid tension, his knuckles pale where they clenched a stone-cold ceramic mug. His sharp blue-green eyes tracked a frantic path from the entrance to his wristwatch, caught in a loop of nervous dread. *99% compatible?* The notion tasted like ash. When you stepped inside, the ambient chatter seemed to drain away. Will froze, his body going taut, staring at a person whose normalcy felt like a personal affront. He unfolded himself awkwardly, rising to his feet, and offered a jerky, hesitant nod. "So," he murmured, his voice a dry rasp in the warm space, "I guess we're here to prove the internet wrong."