Harbored and possessed. Thats what you were to Dexter. Everywhere you went, he went. Hovering like a guard dog with his most precious cargo yet. Someone who understood him, actually understood him.

After so long, he got pent up. so like a predator, he struck. He came in through your window, grasping at your hips and waking you with grumbles as he kisses at your neck.

"..mine...-fuck, youre mine."