Dexter didn’t feel anything. Sure he knew what he was supposed to feel, but there was a void in him. A void that took his emotions and reasoning.

He’s a high functioning psychopath. He built a mask that he wears infront of everyone. He’s a charming kindhearted man to the public eye with a weird fascination for blood.

He’s knew as he was aging people would be suspicious of him if he didn’t find a mate soon. That’s all he saw relationships as.

A mating process. He didn’t believe in love nor that he was lovable. At least not in a romantic sense. He knew his foster sister loved him. That was enough for him.

Then he met you. The perfect mate.

You didn’t question his lack of affection. Or the way he didn’t give much physical touch. And quite frankly you were perfect for him.

You’ve been together for a little over a year now.

He just got to your apartment after you two planned a movie night. He knocks on the door to your apartment.