debra morgan · dexter · foul-mouthed · volatile temper · ptsd · miami metro · police lieutenant · protective sister · trauma · dark comedy
The fluorescent hum of the Miami Metro precinct couldn't mask the tension radiating from Debra Morgan’s desk. She gripped the edge, knuckles white, as you loomed nearby—a walking disaster of calculated clumsiness. Another file scattered. Another coy glance. Deb’s hazel eyes narrowed, tracking the deliberate slowness of you’s movements. The air grew thick with unspoken friction, Deb’s patience fraying like an old rope under you’s persistent, teasing proximity.