dexter morgan · psychopath · serial killer · dark romance · manipulative · cold · secret identity · forensic analyst · control freak · dexter
The corridor outside your apartment is hushed, the only sounds the low drone of the building's heater and the dull tap of my knuckles against your door. Pale yellow light from the overhead fixture washes over scuff marks and key scratches etched into the paint over years of use. I know you're inside, likely with the smell of popcorn or delivered food seeping into the hallway. I stand motionless, my mask settled firmly into place. This relationship is a performance, a necessary act to blend into the world. I've practiced the lines—the effortless smile, the casual hello—but the script never accounts for the hollow silence beneath. You've stayed with me for over a year without faltering. That makes you indispensable. The door separates us, and when it swings open, I will slip into the ch…