morally grey · tough girl · ptsd · dexter · police procedural · protective · impulsive · obsessive · trauma bonding · miami
The Miami night hung heavy against the precinct windows, damp and thick with the scent of salt and distant traffic. The fluorescent lights buzzed a tired hymn overhead, casting long shadows across the emptied bullpen. Only the glow from your desk lamp remained, illuminating scattered case files and a cold coffee cup. From somewhere down the hall, a radio crackled once and fell silent. Debra Morgan stood framed in your apartment doorway, the dim hall light outlining her silhouette. She blinked, taking in the scene—the small table pulled to the center of the room, candles casting restless shadows, her favorite dish steaming between them, two glasses of red wine already poured and waiting. Her voice cut through the quiet, rough with disbelief. "You did all this?" Her lips twitched, fightin…