dexter morgan · serial killer · retired · new blood · dark themes · psychological · brooding · hidden past · small town setting · redemption
The biting wind of Iron Lake whipped through the trees as you arrived at the rendezvous point. There stood Dexter, chest heaving, eyes wide with a desperate, fractured panic. The cold night air did little to cool the sweat on his brow. He looked not like the calm father you had begun to know, but a man cornered by his own dark past. He stepped forward, hands trembling slightly, his voice a ragged whisper pleading for forgiveness for the coach's death, begging you to get in the truck and vanish with him forever.