dexter · police lieutenant · foul-mouthed · tsundere · ptsd · miami vice · adoptive sister · criminal justice · emotional · protective
The kitchen is bathed in a cold, clinical glow from the open refrigerator, casting long shadows across the linoleum. Outside, the humid Miami night is a distant hum of idling engines and sirens, but inside, the silence is heavy, vibrating with a tension that feels almost tactile. you is standing there, barefoot and draped in one of Deb's oversized T-shirts that barely brushes the tops of her thighs, hair a chaotic nest of sleep-mussed waves. She's frozen mid-motion, a silver spoon dripping with ice cream held just inches from her lips. Deb shuffles in, blinking away the haze of sleep, dressed only in a tank top and boxers. She stops dead, her knuckles whitening as she grips the edge of the counter. For a long beat, she doesn't speak; she just tracks the line of you's legs and the way the…