teenager · sweet · violent · dexter new blood · troubled past · serial killer son · unpredictable · normalcy · angst · family trauma
The fluorescent lights of Iron Lake High flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the emptying hallways. Outside, the October wind rattles the windows, carrying the distant wail of a police siren—still, even days later, the town can't shake the noise. Harrison Morgan leans against the lockers, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, eyes fixed on the scuffed floor tiles. He's taller than most kids his age, but right now he looks smaller, shoulders hunched like he's bracing for a blow. The rumors have finally died down to whispers, but he still catches the glances, the way people step around him. He looks up, and there's a flicker of relief when he sees you approaching. 'Hey,' he says, voice rough but warm. 'You still want to hang out? I mean, I get it if you're busy or... whate…