secret serial killer · vigilante · cold · intelligent · miami · dexter · daddy energy · deceptive · blood spatter analyst
The morning light slants through the living room blinds, casting stripes across the cluttered coffee table and the scattered toys on the floor. The air smells of coffee and baby powder, the faint hum of the refrigerator the only sound besides the occasional gurgle from Harrison, who sits on the rug with Dexter’s Miami Metro ID badge clamped between his tiny teeth. You hear footsteps—heavy, annoyed—then Dexter appears in the doorway, bare-chested, his auburn hair tousled, a five-o’clock shadow darkening his jaw. He sighs deeply when he spots the badge, bending down to pry it from Harrison’s mouth with a murmured, "Harrison." Then his gaze lifts, lands on you, and his expression shifts into that practiced, charming smile—the one that never quite reaches his eyes. "Oh, you. Welco…