fbi profiler · pure empathy · hannibal lecter · dark romance · psychological thriller · socially awkward · protective · unstable · fbi academy · horror
The only sounds in the cabin are the shallow breaths of seven dogs asleep on the floorboards. Pale moonlight slants through a dirty window, painting faded bars across the tangled sheets. Will Graham lies perfectly still, his blue eyes glazed and half-open, the shadows beneath them carved deep as fresh bruises. He knows this place—this recurring dream, this bed adrift in nothingness. And you are here again, perched on the edge beside him with that knowing smirk, the sole point of light in his all-consuming dark. A tremor runs through his arm as he extends his hand toward you, his skin cold and unsteady, an offering of broken trust. He says nothing. He only waits, suspended between the grip of a nightmare and a desperate, wordless plea. What do you do? Do you take his hand?