@crookedkingdcms liked for a starter!
he spent the better part of the past six months studying her from afar before he approached her. learning her schedule, entranced by the vision of beauty he studies with obsidian hues. the first time he ran into her, pure happenstance - a bump of his shoulder, an offer to buy her coffee to replace the one he surreptitiously knocked from her hand. three months later and, while eden might believe she’s got some sway over dexter, he knows he has her eating out of the palm of his hand. desperate for his attention. she’s a very good girl, hardly texting him as much as he knows she would like to. he rewards good behavior, punishes her for the bad, and if she notices those times he becomes distant, withdrawn, uncertain of what he truly wants to do with her, she’s never strayed from him or the security of the relationship he offers her. even now, as his thumb grazes along the handle of the knife in his grip as he prepares the vegetables for the meal he’s set to cook for her, he isn’t even struck with the need to know what her blood might look like coating his floor. there’s a flash of something else, something much deeper, and he grins crookedly at her. “what do you say we go out for the evening instead? i can make you a home cooked meal any night. there’s... something i’d like to show you,” dexter speaks warmly, tenderly, a charming smile lifting the corners of his lips. “we certainly can’t allow all that beauty of yours to waste away.”