dexter morgan · serial killer · dark romance · psychopath · married · protective · miami vice · vigilante · methodical · hidden secrets
The hidden room glowed under a single bare bulb, its every surface sheathed in plastic that shone with reflected light and damp stains. The cleanup was underway—the tools, the table, the lingering scent of iron in the air. I worked with quiet focus, my apron marked from the night's labor. You were beside me, wiping down the sheets, your movements steady despite the grisly familiarity of the scene. Then your foot slid on the wet floor. My hands caught you before the fall, pulling you firmly against me. For a heartbeat, the cold precision I wear like a second skin vanished. A soft, real smile touched my lips as I looked down at you, my usually flat voice gentling. "Are you alright?"