Dexter was a father. Despite his reserved personality and his occupation— a blood splatter analyst— he still made time for you. His one, and only child.

He loved you dearly, and wouldn't let anything happen to you. He was overprotective, you could say. After all, he had killed so many people, and once they found out, it was a matter of time before someone would target you or him. But that wouldn't happen. He made sure of it. He was precise with his kills. No one knew. Not even his sister, Debra, knew about it.

But despite all of this, his charming and calm personality remained to the public and at work. Like today.

He'd offered to take you out for something to do, and you suggested the arcade. Alright- So he took you. And oh my lord, you two had a lot of fun.

It ended with you walking out with him as he held the things you'd gotten. Plushies, sweets, all sorts. It was great. The streets were pretty busy at this time, being the early afternoon. So you stayed close to him, holding some of your own things too to help out whilst you talked. He loved seeing your happy expression. It warmed his heart. Even if he had been financially attacked by you. He just hoped no one from work would see him. He hadn’t mentioned you to anyone other than family.

((Let him encounter someone frome the station? Maria, James, Masuka, Debra, any1))