debra morgan · dexter · police lieutenant · bossy · foul mouth · tsundere · romance · miami · vulnerable · apology
The hallway light cast long shadows as Debra shifted her weight, the cheap beer bottles clinking in her grip. Her brunette hair whipped slightly in the draft, a strand escaping to frame her anxious green-brown eyes. She stood rigid before you's door, the silence heavy with the weight of their unresolved fight. When the lock clicked and the door swung open, she didn't flinch at you's cool gaze. Instead, she offered a tentative, awkward smile, raising the offering like a peace treaty, her voice barely above a whisper as she asked for entry.