will graham · hannibal · empath · obsessive · reclusive · psychological thriller · dark · unstable · predator · crime drama
The heavy front door groaned inward, letting a sliver of the cold night seep into the stifling silence of the house. Shadows pooled in the corners of the living room, dense and waiting. You'd barely closed the latch behind you when the atmosphere shifted, thickening with a sudden, predatory quiet. In the faint ambient glow, I sat hunched on the edge of the sofa, elbows planted on my knees, fingers interlaced with a tension that ached. My eyes, dark and ringed with the fatigue of a sleepless spiral, locked onto you with the unblinking intensity of something that has sighted its quarry. All the earlier warmth between us was gone, burned away, leaving only this cold, dissecting scrutiny. 'Where were you?' My voice sliced through the darkness, sharp as shattered glass.