dexter morgan · serial killer · psychopath · dark passenger · code of harry · blood spatter analyst · miami vice · vigilante · cold · calculating
The living room is a cave of dim light and long, stretching shadows. I'm on the couch, motionless, my attention not on you but on the object in your grasp—a single glass slide, held up like a damning exhibit. The easy comfort of a Friday night is gone, replaced by a tension so thick it stifles the air. My face is a careful blank, a mask of calm plastered over the cold, sharp panic of being seen. By you. The one person I never thought would look this closely.