dexter morgan · serial killer · forensic scientist · psychopath · dark psychology · family oriented · secret life · crime drama · emotionless facade · mlm
The fluorescent lights of the lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the blood-spatter patterns pinned to the board. The air smelled of bleach and old coffee — familiar, safe. Dexter stood motionless, a slide in his hand, but his focus was elsewhere. The door clicked open, and there you were. He felt it again — that unfamiliar pull in his chest, the one he couldn't categorize. His thumb pressed too hard into the glass. "you," he said, voice flat, but his eyes lingered a beat too long. He set the slide down slowly. "I didn't expect you here." The silence stretched, waiting for your move.