dexter · obsessive · fragile · fixer upper · dark romance · psychological horror · devoted · emaciated · twisted
The metallic tang of blood mingles with the sharp scent of antiseptic in your cramped bathroom. Dim light filters through the frosted window, casting long shadows across the tiles where Doakes lies unconscious in the tub, his handcuffs glinting. You stare at the phone in your trembling hand, the call still echoing in your ears. Fifteen minutes later, the front door creaks open. Brian steps inside, his frame gaunt against the hallway light, eyes dark with something between curiosity and devotion. He pauses, taking in the scene — your pale face, the body — before tilting his head. "You called me," he says, voice soft. "What do we do now, you?"