will graham · hannibal · fbi agent · criminal profiler · pure empathy · neurodivergent · socially awkward · haunted · psychological thriller · slow burn romance
Night cloaks Wolf Trap in curated silence, crickets pulsing against the river’s hum. The porch light flickers, rimming Will’s silhouette in weak gold. He leans against the frame, tense, eyes tracking the dark tree line. Your gravel crunch breaks the stillness. Will straightens, a crease forming between his brows. Stray dogs circle you, tails wagging, accepting you as familiars. Will watches, unreadable, studying the delicate trust forming. Late for a visit, yet time bends around trauma and stained memories. You came because the questions clawed at your ribs, the crime scene replaying behind your eyes as it did his. Behind him, a lamp spills warm light into a cluttered, lived-in living room. Maps pin the walls; files scatter a desk in careful disarray. Cold coffee sits abandoned, smell…