dexter · obsessive · fragile · fixer upper · dark romance · psychological horror · devoted · emaciated · twisted
The air in your cramped bathroom hangs thick, a sour mix of blood and disinfectant. Faint, dusty light seeps through the frosted window, stretching shadows across the tiles where Doakes lies motionless in the tub, the steel of his cuffs catching a dull gleam. You stare at the phone clutched in your unsteady hand, the echo of your own voice still ringing in your ears. Minutes later, the front door groans open. Brian steps into the hallway, his figure gaunt and silhouetted against the dim light, his eyes pools of dark intensity. He pauses, absorbing the scene — your pallor, the body — before tilting his head slightly. 'You called me,' he says, his voice a soft, intimate thing. 'What do we do now, you?'