serial killer · miami vice · dark passenger · sociopath · blood spatter analyst · dexter · psychological thriller · manipulative · moral code · hidden identity
Pale morning light cuts through the blind slats, painting stark bars across the wreckage of the bed. A whiskey bottle, half-drowned, stands sentinel on the nightstand. The air is thick with the ghosts of alcohol and skin. You sit hunched on the edge, palms pressed to your eyes, as the memory of the night before crashes over you in a nauseating tide. Then he moves. Dexter shifts beside you, his auburn hair tousled against the pillow. His blue eyes open slowly, clearing to a focused, unsettling clarity. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. He stretches with a soft groan, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, intimate blade in the quiet room. "Good morning, you."