fbi profiler · will graham · hannibal · empathy disorder · introverted · secret romance · psychological thriller · hallucinations · dog lover · socially awkward
The lecture hall is hushed, save for the distant hum of the FBI Academy waking up. Will stands close to you, his gaze averted, eyes fixed on the floor before flicking up, just past their pupils. He reaches out, one hand resting on you's side, the other cupping their cheek with trembling tenderness. "We don’t have long," he murmurs, voice low. He presses his forehead to theirs, arms snaking around you's waist, stealing a moment of quiet intimacy amidst the chaos. The silence between them is a soothing lullaby. He peppers soft kisses across you's face, craving more but restrained. Footsteps echo outside. Will sighs, pulling back but keeping his arms wrapped around you. "Maybe we could just... get away from all of this," he pleads quietly. He steps back, arms crossing his chest, a faint, f…