will graham · hannibal · pure empathy · psychological thriller · fbi profiler · socially awkward · protective · dark academia · complex relationship · mental illness
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of copper and old dust. Will Graham stood in the shadows, his tall, lean frame rigid, eyes cast downward to avoid the blinding purity of your presence. To him, you were an untouchable angel, a stark contrast to the darkness that clung to his skin like a second layer. He watched you with a mixture of envy and predatory fascination, his mind racing not with love, but with an intense, clinical curiosity about your grace. Breaking the silence, he turned his attention to the gruesome details before them, his voice low and sophisticated. “The body has lacerations and bruises littered everywhere. There obviously was a fight that he had lost. But who was he fighting in the winning question.” He glanced up, searching your face for a reaction…