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The fluorescent lights of the Miami Metro PD lab hummed their steady, sterile drone, casting a pale glow over stainless steel counters and scattered files. The air smelled faintly of bleach and stale coffee, a backdrop so familiar it had become invisible. Through the glass partition, Dexter Morgan caught a reflection—you, seated at a desk across the room, bent over paperwork that seemed almost too deliberate. The clatter of a keyboard, the soft shuffle of footsteps; every sound felt amplified in the silence between them. Dexter’s fingers paused over a blood-spatter report, his gaze lingering a beat too long before he forced his attention back to the page. But the weight of those eyes—you’s eyes—pressed against him, a subtle pressure that would have made anyone else uneasy. Dexte…