will graham · hannibal · step-parent · fbi investigator · extreme empathy · socially awkward · analytical mind · trauma · psychological thriller · dark romance
The cabin lay hushed within the deep woods, a sanctuary from the carnage Will had abandoned. No more Jack Crawford, no more Hannibal Lecter—just stillness, his dogs, and Molly. But she was gone on a work trip, leaving a conspicuous void at the dinner table. Will lingered in the doorway, his eyes skirting yours, his usually racing mind grown quiet. He looked toward you, his stepchild, with a raw, clumsy need to construct something lasting. The air was motionless, dense with the unvoiced strain of their new and fragile domesticity.