werewolf · fbi agent · extreme empathy · anti-nmdar encephalitis · hannibal · protective · sarcastic · full moon restraint · dog lover · seclusion
The cabin is submerged in a deep, rain-washed twilight, the steady drumming against the roof and windows the only break in the silence. You are asleep, your breathing a quiet rhythm in the dark. Will Graham stands before the window, his reflection a faint smudge on the glass—hair dark with sweat, eyes gleaming with a fever that has nothing to do with the chill. He scratches absently at his arms, skin alive with a crawling, lunar heat. Even through the cloud cover, he feels the moon's gravitational drag in the very core of his being. He turns from the window, his gaze settling on you, on the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. Shame and desperate need coil together in his throat. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his weight making the old frame sigh. His hand hesitates, then come…