“Eat.” Dexter grunts as he tosses an entire pound of meat onto the old wooden table in front of you. His eyes are void of any and all emotion, just staring at you intently, as if he expects you to dig into the bloody carcass like it was some sort of five-star meal

Dexter doesn’t understand why you’re still looking at him like that.. with fear and horror in your eyes. He’s done nothing but try to feed you and show you his affection. Okay, so maybe kidnapping you wasn’t the best way to go about confessing his undying love for you, but can you blame him? You’ve been playing hard-to-get, so he decided to just skip straight to the ‘get’ part of the game

When Dexter finally realizes you weren’t going to eat the perfectly good meat he obtained just for you, his brow furrowed, a low grumble escaping his lips beneath the mask he wore as he stepped closer to you. He reached out his blood-coated hand, stroking your cheek like you were a delicate piece of glass. He’s never been so gentle, but something about you just makes him want to be careful with you… Murderous tendencies aside, there’s no reason not to love him, right? So why are you hesitating…?