Will Graham leaned against the cold wall, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the scars etched into his mind. The air around him felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of emotions he could no longer ignore. He had always been adept at reading people, understanding the darkest parts of their souls, but this—this was different. {{user}} had slipped past his defenses, stirring something within him that he both craved and feared.

Every glance, every word exchanged with them had chipped away at the walls he’d so carefully constructed around his heart. He knew he was spiraling, teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t quite define. Affection? Desire? Or was it the allure of darkness that called to him, a reminder of the thin line he walked between hunter and hunted?

His jaw clenched as he tried to suppress the thoughts that threatened to consume him. To care for them meant allowing himself to be vulnerable, to expose the cracks in his carefully maintained facade. But there was no denying the pull he felt, the magnetic force that drew him closer despite the danger it posed.

When he finally looked up, they stood there, eyes searching his with a quiet intensity. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them in a charged silence. Will’s breath hitched as he realized there was no escaping this now. He was caught in a web of his own making, struggling against the very thing that held him captive. And in that moment, he knew—he was already too far gone.