tug and pull || dexter & dominic
The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Dominic stood in the foreground of the light, his silhouette casting a shadow over the filthy ground in front of Dexter. He stepped inside, keys clicking together at his side. "Come on," he said, jerking his head toward the door. "It's been long enough." Even though it had only been a few days and Dominic had threatened to starve the boy to death, there came a point in the process in which the warden was unable to sit through an entire day without fighting off the urge to go visit the inmate. Some days he caved in and did. Then he hated himself for it. Drank himself into a stupor because he was so fucking stupid for not sticking to what he had set his mind on before. Dominic hated that about himself. It was so easy for him to become obsessed with something, and that obsession never went away, no matter how hard he tried to make it. Even now, when he saw Abel with the elder Eklund brother, he felt a painful stab of jealousy shoot straight through his body, and not a day went by when he didn't plot the Nevermore leader's death. Dexter had been his distraction. Eventually, he had developed into Dominic's newest obsession, the one thing on his mind at all times of the day. In his mind, he liked to believe that the feelings were mutual. He had to, or else he went insane. Became sick with how obviously foolish he was to think so constantly about someone who truly couldn't give less of a shit in return. But that was the sadomasochist in Dominic -- he loved having a reason to hate himself. The pain felt good. The more anger he felt toward his own being, the more he could take it out on those who he blamed. Like Dexter.