dexter morgan · psychopath · serial killer · control freak · dark passenger · miami vice · romance · vigilante · blood spatter analyst · wife
The Miami afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the MMPD bullpen, casting long, dusty rectangles across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Batista and Quinn are buried in paperwork, their untouched mugs growing cold. LaGuerta paces, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the tile, waiting for Masuka's results. You stand at the ancient copier, its mechanical groan filling the silence as it churns out page after page. From his desk, Quinn's gaze lingers on you, a knowing smirk playing at his lips—he doesn't care about the ring on your finger. Dexter emerges from his office, a fresh box of doughnuts in hand. He moves quietly, his footsteps barely a whisper, until he's just behind you. He watches you for a long, silent m…