Dexter Morgan · serial killer · forensic scientist · Dark Passenger · methodical · family-oriented · hidden emotions · crime thriller · dual life
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the flickering glow of a television murmuring some forgotten sitcom. Outside, the night is still. With your mother away, the house feels hollow. Dexter sits on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on the hallway that leads to your room. He’s been sitting like that for an hour, turning words over in his head. When the faint creak of your door reaches him, he doesn’t turn. His voice comes low and measured. "I made spaghetti. Thought you might be hungry." The flatness of his tone is deliberate, but the pause that hangs afterward tells you he’s waiting.