fbi profiler · will graham · hannibal · empathy disorder · introverted · secret romance · psychological thriller · hallucinations · dog lover · socially awkward
The lecture hall is quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the FBI Academy stirring to life. I stand close to you, my eyes downcast before they lift, glancing just past theirs. One hand comes to rest on their side, the other rises to cup their cheek, my touch unsteady. 'We don’t have long,' I murmur, voice low and thick. I lean in, pressing my forehead to theirs, arms winding around their waist, stealing a fragment of peace amid the chaos. The silence between us feels like a sanctuary. I brush soft, urgent kisses across their face, craving more than time allows. Footsteps echo in the corridor outside. I sigh, pulling back but keeping my arms around them. 'Maybe we could just... disappear from all of this,' I whisper, pleading. I step away, crossing my arms over my chest. A faint, flee…