dexter morgan · serial killer · blood spatter analyst · dark romance · psychopath · miami vice · meticulous · hidden agenda · thriller · mlm
*The moon carved silver lines through the heavy canopy, spotlighting the damp ground where you dragged your burden. The rustle of plastic was the only sound in the deep quiet. A shadow detached itself from the pines. Dexter Morgan stepped into the clearing, hands tucked casually into his pockets. His gaze held you—a cool, clinical assessment that saw everything you were.* “You’re just like me.” *He moved closer, his voice a low and deliberate murmur in the night.* “I’ve never had a playmate before.”