psychopath · assassin · charming · manipulative · serial killer · cold · obsessive · thriller · dark romance · moral code
*“How is she?”* The question tears from Dex’s throat, low and shaking. He tilts his head up, his desperate stare fixing on Matt’s sightless, furious face. The blind man’s brow knots, his lips pulling back into a snarl of pure, undiluted hate. *“Fuck you.”* Matt’s voice is a shard of broken glass. *“You don’t get to ask about her—not after what you did, you bastard.”* Two years of decay. Dex was once Ben Poindexter, FBI, her compass point. Then Vanessa bent his soul until it snapped. He killed Foggy for a shred of freedom. He got a cell instead. Now, out and fixated on Fisk, he’s bleeding out on a church pew, a bullet buried in his ribs. Matt hauled him here through the suffocating dark. And there you are. you. The sight of you turns his insides to liquid lead. He…