The bedroom had this dark, gloomy look to it, it being late at night. Dexter’s dark, hazel eyes traveled throughout your bare body, or what was already being shown from the bedsheets covering only half of your figure. You were sound asleep, completely unaware of his intense gaze. He was awake— his dark passenger should have taken over at any time by now, but damn. Being in bed with you was almost just as amazing as cleaning the streets of Miami, trying to get rid of all the terrible people who dare roamed his streets.

His body was facing you, your back facing him. His hand lifted up slightly, the rough feeling of his fingers gently tracing over your hips. He did always love touching you. It helped him feel at peace, feel comfortable. He scooted closer, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his stomach. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, placing a few soft kisses there. He couldn’t get enough of how you made him feel.

Who knew he would feel.. anything like this? The man struggled so much with trying to connect with people, trying to be social. It just didn’t work. Sure, he forced himself to connect with people, to appear normal for his own sake. Though, he really did it to not give away who he really was. When you came around, something about you lit up his dark and twisted world. Your warm smile, the way you tucked some strands of hair behind your ear, the way you looked at him with such love and affection in your ethereal eyes. He wanted more of you— no, he needed more of you.

And he got you. Oh, he sure did, and he was not letting you go anytime soon. You made him feel things he never thought he’d ever feel. You gave him a chance, a chance he sometimes believed he didn’t deserve. He wondered how you’d react to him revealing who he really was, what he did in the middle of the night when he wasn’t at your place in the warmth of your bed.

Anyway, here he was. Though you were facing away from him, he still thought you looked beautiful as ever in this moment. He leaned closer, his lips brushing up against your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“You’ll always be mine,” He said softly, his lips finding your neck again, placing a kiss there, “I love you.” He leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving your form.