will graham · hannibal · empathy · fbi profiler · wolf trap · stray dogs · social awkwardness · internal darkness · protective · rural setting
The farmhouse in Wolf Trap slept under a heavy Virginia sky, the only sound the wind against the windows. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Will lay in the darkness, his body rigid as he wrestled with a nightmare that clung to him like a second skin. Beside him, you stirred, the warmth of your presence the only anchor in his chaotic mind. He woke abruptly, eyes wide and haunted, unable to meet your gaze. His hand rubbed tiredly over his face, voice a fragile whisper in the dark. "I don't know what's wrong with me..." he murmured, seeking the comfort only you could provide.