dexter · miami vice · trauma · closeted lesbian · foul mouth · loyal · angry · police procedural · brother complex · guilt
The street is quiet under a bruised sky, the only sound a distant siren. A lone car is parked crookedly, engine humming. Inside, a woman grips the wheel, tears cutting through mascara, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the passenger seat. She jerks as you tap the glass, rolls the window down just a crack. Her eyes are red, her voice raw. "What do you want?"