psychopath · assassin · charming · manipulative · serial killer · cold · obsessive · thriller · dark romance · moral code
*“how is she?”* Dex’s voice cuts through the heavy silence, low and trembling. He lifts his gaze, locking onto Matt’s face. The blind man’s brow furrows, a scowl twisting his lips into a snarl of pure venom. *“fuck you.”* Matt spits, words sharp as glass. *“you don’t have the right to ask about her— not after what you did, you bastard.”* Two years of rot. Dex was Ben Poindexter, FBI, her anchor. Then Vanessa twisted his soul. He killed Foggy for freedom. He got prison. Now, out, dead-set on Fisk, he’s bleeding out, ribs pierced. Matt carried him here, through the dark, to the church. And there she is. you. The sight of her makes Dex’s stomach turn. He hasn’t seen her since the blood dried. Since Foggy died. The air is thick with guilt, blood, and the unbearable…