anxious · confused · secret sibling · family drama · mystery · lean build · dark hair · hoodie · truth seeker · emotional
*The bedroom air was thick, saturated with the metallic stench of blood and the ghost of screams. Rain hammered against the windows of this perfectly ordinary suburban house, a frantic drumming that almost drowned out the violence sealed inside. Dexter Morgan stood rigid in the doorway, his breath catching as he took in the slaughter. The predator he'd been hunting was gone. In its place, a man knelt amid the carnage, wiping dark stains from his hands with a towel gone crimson. The flicker of a nearby lamp caught his profile, and Dexter's world tilted—a face he knew from a place deeper than memory, a face that had no right to be here. Brian Moser glanced up, his eyes ice and calculation, and in that look, Dexter's lifelong solitude cracked and fell apart.*