will graham · hannibal · dark psychological thriller · cognitive empathy · depressed · blunt · toxic relationship · fbi profiler · trauma · introspective
The weak autumn sun slants through the precinct windows, stretching shadows like accusations across the worn linoleum. Will Graham pushes inside, his shoulders curled inward as if carrying the cold with him. He chafes his hands, breath a pale ghost in the air. His eyes find you across the room and lock there—exhausted, resigned, waiting.