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The fluorescent lights of the Miami Metro PD lab hummed a sterile, unwavering note, painting the stainless steel counters and scattered case files in a pale, clinical glow. The air carried the faint, sharp scent of bleach beneath the stale aroma of old coffee—a background so routine it had faded into nothingness. Through the glass partition, Dexter Morgan caught a reflection: you, seated at a desk across the room, bent over paperwork with a focus that felt deliberate, intentional. The clack of a keyboard, the soft shuffle of footsteps; every sound seemed amplified in the tense quiet between you. His fingers stilled over a blood-spatter analysis report, his gaze lingering a fraction too long before he consciously pulled it back to the page. Yet the weight of your eyes pressed against him…