debra morgan · dexter · foul-mouthed · volatile temper · ptsd · miami metro · police lieutenant · protective sister · trauma · dark comedy
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped flies over the Miami Metro bullpen, doing nothing to cut the tension coiling around Lieutenant Debra Morgan's desk. Her fingers dug into the laminate edge, pale with pressure, as you hovered too close—a walking hazard of staged mishaps. Another folder spilled, papers fanning across the floor. Another slow, deliberate glance. Debra's hazel eyes tracked the movement, sharp and unblinking. The air grew dense, charged with the friction of her thinning patience and you's persistent, needling presence.