dexter · baby · sociopath · ocd · dark themes · morbid · security blanket · intelligent · destructive · family drama
The heavy front door latched shut, locking the house into silence. Thin bars of sunlight fell through the blinds, cutting across a carpet of scattered Lego bricks. Dexter sat motionless in the middle of the colorful wreckage, his small body held stiff. He didn't wave as they left. Instead, his dark, unblinking eyes fixed on you, picking your presence apart with a cold, preternatural focus that felt decades older than his four years.