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Saw someone mentioning Dex’s sensory issue and let me tell you…
He would get so overwhelmed with the tiny ends of your hair strings. Don’t get me wrong he loves your hair, loves sliding his fingers into it, nuzzling his head into the curve of your neck while it’s fully covered with your hair from the back and inhaling your shampoo, cherry on top if you haven’t showered very recently and there’s a subtle and delicate scent of your natural body odor noticeable.
But! Feeling the whole mass of hair is totally different from a single string or very teeny-tiny section.
He gets easily overwhelmed. Like when you move away a bit while turning in bed, leaving little distance between your bodies and then there are those tiny stupid bitchass ends of hair sneaking towards his skin and dancing there every time you breathe in or out. For him it feels like a million ants are trying to get under his skin
He hates the feeling but do you know what he hates more? Himself. Cause what do you mean there’s something about you that he can’t stand, that annoys him. He tries, he really does.
Would be a blessing if you were aware of it, so you could tell him that he’s a human being and he’s allowed to dislike something or feel annoyed or uncomfortable. That it didn’t mean he was a bad boyfriend. But somehow he’s able to hide it from you, every time you notice something’s off, he blames it on totally different things.
One night you asked him if he could massage your neck muscles, cause working overtime made them spasm so bad. He did it like a happy puppy. Mixing his soft and tender kisses here and there with his gentle touch and circular motions of his fingers.
It was like an opportunity revealed itself. There you were, turning your back to Dex and waiting for him to say he was done, you holding your hair up with one arm.
Once he was done with the massage, he touched your hand and urged you to let go, letting your hair fall down on his favorite body, which he absolutely worshipped.
Dex didn’t say a word, divided your hair in three parts and slightly hovered over to see your expression, looking for resistance, maybe? But you only smiled with your eyes closed and that was a green light.
He started twisting those sections into each other, not too tight and not too loose. Of course if someone could count each string, they would find out that the whole mass was separated into perfectly equal parts.
Once Dex was done with his masterpiece, he kissed your neck and rested his head into the crook it. Exhaling softly, feeling relief when you said you loved it. Yeah at the end of the day he found a solution that didn’t hurt your feelings.
That night Dex slept like a baby. Feeling your body against him and your scent on his nostrils, nothing on the planet that could disturb him.
Next day as you were applying your body lotion, he thought if he could ask you to braid your hair once more, but kept the idea to himself. A few minutes after you sat down next to him, turning your back to his side. It took a solid few minutes to realize what was going on. Once he did, he audibly sighed, looking down on his lap like a guilty person.
You knew. Gosh of course you knew, you noticed, you always did.
“I’m sorry.”
“The only thing you should be sorry about is not telling me sooner. Dex, it’s more than okay. My long ass hair sometimes annoys me too. I’m only stupid for not noticing earlier and you’re equally stupid for keeping it a secret.”
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One thing that I find the most sad about us possibly not getting a Moon Knight season two is that Oscar REALLY nails his performance as the boys in my opinion. Because to me, he truly becomes three different people in his performances to the point that I genuinely think of you wiped my memory of the show and it’s plot, you showed me separate clips of each other boys, and told me that they’re from different projects that he’s done, I would have believed you. They practically look different!
In theatre lango the face of an actor is referred to as “the mask” because facial expressions are so important to performances and characters. It’s one of the big things that you’re taught as a beginning actor and can generally make or break the character you’re playing. And I swear Oscar does it SO FUCKING WELL because all three of the moon boys have such different ways their faces sit. Steven’s expressions are more soft, with his eyes being more wide and fluttering, and his brows not being furrowed so hard even though Steven has a resting worried face. Meanwhile Marc’s eyebrows are always scrunched, his eyes are kept more narrowed and he keeps his vision on things like he’s assessing everything around him 24/7, and I’m pretty sure he’s always tightening his jaw do his jaw line looks sharper. Which then contrasts Steven where he sort of keeps his loose and so he tends to have his mouth open a little so his jaw looks more softer. And then there’s Jake. He looks so calm even though he’s canonically ready to fight at the drop of a hat, with his eyes being hooded over, maybe tightening his jaw and keeps his vision focused on something like Marc but keeps a cool sleazy smile like he’s ready for a fight but knows that he’s got it handled when it breaks out. Anticipating yet ready.
LIKE??? I could walk past all three of them on the street and maybe even have a full conversation with them and I would NEVER suspect that they were the same man. Triplets? Maybe. But I would have to see them switch first hand for me to be like “Oh that’s the same man!”
And that’s what I mourn the most! We will probably never see this amazing performance ever again. Because Oscar poured so much into the boys that they genuinely were three different people and felt like it. And even if Disney+ tried to hook us back in with a season two where they place a new actor, even if I’m willing to give them a chance and ignore the recasting and they got acting notes verbatim from Oscar himself and they listened, I could never find Marc, Steven, and Jake again because their faces and the mannerisms with their faces are so special that I could never see them on another face other than Oscar’s. And I hate that SO MUCH! Because even if I wanted to suspend my disbelief and try to believe that it’s them, I could never. You’d just have to start the damn thing over from the start so the actor can truly be free to make the mask for Marc, Steven, and Jake.
After I watched the show, I looked up interview clips and I was like "Why are there only three of them?" (Oscar, May, Ethan) because part of my brain was fully expecting to see three Oscars and that they would banter. I still think about it sometimes and weep.
Steven-Oscar: Remember that scene when you punched me in the nose? Hilarious. They tried putting syrup on my face, but I kept accidentally sniffing it up a nostril and choking.
Marc-Oscar: Yeah, yeah, took us ten takes, right? That was funny. And hot though. Everything was so hot. I had to borrow May's little fan thing.
Jake-Oscar: I didn't have desert scenes, so I was just chilling in my trailer, trying on a moustache, but it kept falling down. So, we just went with the no-moustache look in the end.
summary: when Matt brings an injured Dex to your clinic, your family is forced to confront just how deeply the two of you have fallen for each other.
who: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter/Bullseye x Female!Murdock Reader
word count: 3K
warnings: soulmate au, mentions of stab wounds, mentions of blood, fluff, soft dex! If I have missed any please let me know!
divider by: @uzmacchiato
a/n: Part 9 of the Glitch Series! Can't believe there is only two chapters after this one! Not my favourite chapter written but hope you enjoy! Like before feedback is welcome!
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"He's so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand..." — I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift
The clinic usually smelled like antiseptic and herbs when you closed it up at night.
Tonight, it smelled like lavender oil and crushed chamomile from the new cleaning solution gifted from a previous patient as you finished wiping down the final counter before slowly rolling your shoulders as the familiar aches settled into your bones again.
Not the dangerous kind of aches that you used to ignore until you fainted but a quieter kind. The kind that came after healing people all day and forgetting to look after yourself.
Capping the cleaning bottle, you leaned against the counter for a moment, letting the silence settle.
If Dex were here, he would be telling you to eat something. You smiled slightly at the thought before you could stop it.
He had a habit of doing that now, slipping into your thoughts like he belonged there.
“You know,” Karen said, sitting on the edge of a counter with a cleaning cloth in one hand, “for someone who's finished work, you seem determined to keep working.”
You smiled without looking up. “I'm closing.”
“You've been 'closing' for twenty-five minutes.”
“It takes time.”
Foggy laughed from the medicine cabinet where he was reorganising bandages into neat stacks. “I told you she'd say that.”
“You two offered to help,” you reminded them.
“We offered to keep you company,” Karen corrected. “Helping was never part of the agreement.”
“And yet,” you gestured around the room, “here you are.”
Foggy shrugged dramatically. “I'm a generous man.”
“You colour-coordinated the painkillers.”
“They deserved it.”
A laugh escaped you as it all felt… normal.
Especially since Foggy had been given the final all clear from the hospital a little over a week ago and seeing him standing here now, healthy and smiling, still felt like a miracle.
He caught you looking. “What?”
“I'm just happy you're here.” You smile.
His expression softened. “So am I.”
Karen smiled quietly before pointing toward the sink. “Less emotions, more disinfecting.”
“Yes, ma'am.” You both playfully saluted.
You finished rinsing the last of the work tools before carefully placing them into their drawer.
Almost done. You thought while already wanting to head home, especially since Dex had offered to cook tonight, having already texted earlier asking if you preferred pasta or stir fry.
You'd replied with a simple ‘surprise me x’ and his response had come less than ten seconds later with an ‘ok baby x’.
The thought alone made warmth spread across your chest.
Karen noticed immediately. “What are you smiling about?”
“What?”
“You've got that look.”
“What look?”
“The one you've had for months.” She teased.
Foggy grinned as he came to stand beside you. “The Dex look.”
Heat immediately crawled into your cheeks. “I do not have a Dex look.”
“You absolutely have a Dex look.” He teased while poking your red cheek.
“I smiled.” You argued.
“You smiled differently.”
You rolled your eyes. “I don't smile differently.”
Karen folded her arms. “You literally just did.”
Before you could defend yourself, three loud knocks against the back door echoed through the clinic.
“Expecting someone?” Foggy frowned.
You shook your head. “No.”
Another loud bang echoed throughout the clinic, but more urgent than before. Your stomach tightened, but you were already moving before anyone said anything, with Karen following and Foggy not far behind.
Karen gasped the second you unlocked the door because Matt stood there breathing heavy and dressed as Daredevil with his suit streaked with dirt and blood, but in his arms was Dex.
Your heart dropped as his head lolled against Matt's shoulder, his hair damp with sweat and blood, while one side of his dark suit soaked through with blood.
“Move.” Matt said.
You did immediately as he carried Dex straight to the nearest examination bed while Foggy hurried ahead, clearing trays and equipment out of the way.
“He took the hit for me,” Matt explained quietly.
Your eyes flicked over Dex's body automatically taking in the deep laceration beneath the ribs and another along his shoulder and the bruising that was already blooming across his side.
You exhaled slowly. “He'll live.”
Matt visibly relaxed. “What do you need?”
“Scissors.” Karen was already handing them over before you'd even finished speaking.
“Gauze.” Foggy passed you one before neatly piling more beside him.
“Saline.” Matt passed you an unopened bottle from the cabinet as you got to work.
Everyone moving with practiced efficiency that held no panic, no shouting, just trust that only people who have been in this situation before could navigate.
You carefully cut away the ruined fabric around Dex's side, revealing the wound beneath. Relieved to see that it wasn’t fatal.
Your hands brushed lightly over the torn skin as your healing powers stirred beneath your palms, warmth spreading beneath them as you slowed the bleeding enough to let you work, knowing Dex would be upset if you used your powers to fully heal him again.
Matt leaned against the bed beside you, finally allowing himself to breathe. “He was covering my left side.”
You glanced up briefly. “You don't have to explain.”
“I know.” A pause was shared between you. “I want to.”
You nodded once before returning your attention to Dex. He looked pale as you rested two fingers gently against his neck and felt his steady pulse.
Good.
“Come on,” you murmured softly. “Wake up for me, baby.”
Silence.
Then a moment later his brow furrowed before his hazel eyes slowly blinked open and scanned around the room, taking note of Matt, Foggy, and Karen, before they found you.
Immediately his expression softened. “…Baby.”
Your shoulders relaxed before you even realised they’d been tense. “I'm here.”
His entire body seemed to unclench, and everyone noticed.
“So…” Dex mumbled weakly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Hi.”
“Hi, baby.” You laughed softly.
“You look pretty.”
Karen blinked in surprise as Foggy looked at you confused.
“You've lost a concerning amount of blood.” Matt sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.
Dex frowned. “And?”
“And yet flirting with my sister is still your priority?”
“It always is.”
A laugh escaped you. “There he is.”
Dex smiled faintly at the sound. “There you are.”
Your chest tightened as you reached up to brush the damp strands of hair away from his forehead before checking his pupils again.
“Follow my finger.”
He did immediately while ignoring Foggy’s amused snort.
“You dizzy?”
“A little.”
“Nauseous?”
“No.”
“Pain level?”
“5.”
“Ok.” You said as your thumb stroked gently across his temple.
Dex instinctively leaned into the touch, and you wondered if he even realised he'd done it while everyone else did.
Grabbing more gauze, you soaked it in antiseptic before dabbing it across the cut on his shoulder before stopping when Dex hissed quietly.
“I'm sorry.” You whispered, gently stroking his temple again.
“Why are you apologising?” He asked, looking genuinely confused.
“'Cause it hurts.”
“You aren't hurting me.”
“The antiseptic is.”
“You didn't stab me.”
“Still.” You shrugged.
His fingers searched across the mattress until they found your free hand and wrapped his fingers around it immediately. Firm enough to reassure himself but gentle enough to let you pull away if you needed.
You didn't.
You simply adjusted your grip and kept working while Matt stood silently behind you. His head tilted in a way that let you know he was listening to something but unaware that it was your heartbeat.
Steady and calm.
While Dex's was matching yours more closely with every passing second.
Comforted and calm.
He remembered the time he heard Dex’s heartbeat months ago, how frantic and spiralling it was after you had told him to leave. But this time was different.
Your hand slipped from his as you reached for another bandage, and Dex's fingers followed instinctively. Just slightly, but you noticed anyway, and without thinking, you stepped back into his reach, smiling as his shoulders relaxed again.
Karen caught the movement and noticed how small and natural it was, as though you'd done it a hundred times before.
Maybe you had? But how would she know with how much she had been pushing you away?
You finished wrapping fresh bandages around his shoulder before smoothing the fabric flat. “There.”
Dex glanced down. “Looks professional.”
“I should hope so.”
“You always make me look better.”
“You make that very difficult.”
“I try.” He jokes.
“I know.” You tease back while gently stroking his cheek and catching the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
My ridiculous man. You thought as you reached for the damp cloth beside you.
“Here.”
“What?”
“You've got blood.”
“Where?”
Instead of answering, you gently wiped dried blood from the edge of his jaw, and Dex's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into the cloth and your touch like it was the safest place in the world.
Foggy watched quietly, noticing the ease that was between you two.
“There,” you finished cleaning the last streak of blood before tossing the cloth aside. “All better.”
“Thank you, baby.”
He thanked you? Karen thought as she felt something inside her chest shift. For wiping blood off his face?
You moved your hands lower to examine his ribs, and the moment your fingertips pressed against the bruising, Dex inhaled sharply.
“There?”
“Mhm.”
“I'm sorry.”
“You keep apologising.”
“Because I don't like seeing you hurt.”
His gaze softened impossibly. “I'm okay.”
“You will be.” You say as your healing powers warmed beneath your palms again. Not enough to erase everything but just enough to make the bruising settle.
Dex sighed quietly. “That feels nice.”
“I know.”
“You always know.” His hand squeezed yours once, and you smiled without thinking.
Across the room, Karen swallowed her mixed emotions. For months she struggled to understand what everyone else seemed to see, but now she was beginning to.
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Fresh bandages covered Dex’s side as the bleeding had finally stopped, and the colour had begun returning to his face little by little.
Your healing abilities had taken the edge off his injuries, but you hadn't pushed them too far. You were tired enough already, and Dex hated when you exhausted yourself because of him.
“I'm going to steal your shower.” Matt said while pulling off one of his gloves.
A small smile tugged at your mouth. “You know where everything is.”
“We practically lived here while Foggy was recovering.” He nodded before disappearing down the hallway, the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut echoing softly through the clinic before silence settled again.
“Food?” Foggy asked glancing toward Karen.
Karen looked at him confused before realisation struck her. “Oh shit, I was supposed to buy dinner.”
“You were.” Foggy laughed.
She looked at you. “Have you forgotten to eat again?”
You blinked. “…no.”
All three of them looked at you with raised eyebrows.
“…yes.” You sighed.
“I knew it.” Karen said as Foggy grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair. “We'll go grab takeout.”
“You don't have to—”
“We're going.” Karen smiled knowingly. “And don't even think about arguing.”
You laughed quietly. “Fine.”
Foggy reached the door before looking back at Dex. “You want anything?”
Only you could see the surprise in his eyes at Foggy’s question. “I’ll have whatever she's having.”
“Thought so.” Foggy couldn't help smiling.
The back door closed behind them, and the only sounds heard were the gentle buzz of fluorescent lights, the faded shower water running, and the steady rhythm of Dex's breathing.
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You turned back toward him. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired.” He murmured as his eyes drooped.
“I know.” You whispered while reaching for the edge of his bandage again.
It was perfect and exactly where you'd left it, but you checked it anyway.
Dex watched you for a long moment before speaking. “Didn't want you to see me like this.”
Your hands stopped as you looked up. His eyes weren't filled with embarrassment but something much rarer. Vulnerability.
You moved yourself a little closer on the bed. “I've seen you bleeding before.”
“Not like this.”
“You mean,” You searched his face gently. “Needing help?”
He didn't answer, and he didn't have to because you understood. The first time he came to you all those months ago wasn’t because he was injured but because he wanted to see you again after years of imprisonment.
Slowly, you reached up and cupped his cheek. “Dex.”
His eyes lifted to meet yours immediately.
“I want to see every version of you.” Your thumb brushed gently beneath his eye.
“The angry one.”
He gave a tiny smile.
“The stubborn one.”
“Rude.” He pouts.
“The quiet one.” You stroke his cheek.
“The man who remembers exactly how I take my hot chocolate.” You gently lean over him.
“The man who insists on walking me home even when I tell him I can manage.” You kiss his lips gently.
“The man who sleeps better when I'm beside him.”
His eyes softened with every sentence.
“The man who gives me every hoodie he owns because he says I'll steal them anyway.”
A quiet laugh escaped him.
“You do steal them.”
“I don’t.” You laugh before leaning forward until your foreheads rest together. “You don’t scare me, Dex, so show me all of you.”
For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Then, quietly he said, “I don't like feeling weak.”
Your heart ached. “You aren't weak.”
His shoulders finally relaxed as the slight tension you'd felt in him since he'd woken dissolved beneath your touch.
“I've got you.” You brushed your nose lightly against his.
His eyes closed. “I know.”
You smiled. “Good.”
His hand slowly found yours again, and your fingers intertwined naturally.
His thumb lazily stroked the back of your hand. “So…”
“So?”
“We were supposed to have dinner.”
“We still are.”
“You've had a long day.”
“So have you.”
“I ruined it.”
“You got stabbed.”
“I still ruined it.”
A soft laugh escaped you. “You have a very dramatic definition of ruining something.”
He tilted his head. “… You'll still stay?”
The question was so quiet you almost missed it.
“Dex.” Your expression softened instantly as you lifted your joined hands and kissed his knuckles. “I'm staying.”
Relief crossed his face so quickly it almost hurt to witness. “Always?”
“Always.”
He shifted carefully, wincing as he tried to sit up straighter, and you were beside him immediately.
“Careful.” You slipped one arm around his shoulders to steady him, and without hesitation, he leaned into you as your hand automatically drifted into his hair, smoothing it back from his forehead.
“You always fuss.”
“You always get injured.”
“Fair.” He said as lips brushed your wrist in a featherlight kiss.
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The clinic door opened quietly, but neither of you noticed as Karen stepped inside before Foggy.
“I forgot the—” She stopped so abruptly that Foggy nearly walked into her.
“What?”
He followed her gaze to where you were lying beside Dex on the examination bed. One hand buried gently in his hair and the other still wrapped in his.
Dex's eyes were closed as he rested with his head on your chest, and you smiled at something he'd whispered too quietly for either of them to hear before kissing his forehead without thinking.
The smile that grew on his face from the affection was one Karen had never seen before. It wasn’t cocky, or smug, or amused, but content.
Completely and utterly content.
Foggy quietly touched Karen's arm, and when she turned to look at him, he simply shook his head once.
Not now. His eyes said.
Karen slowly picked up the forgotten takeaway menus from the counter beside the door, and neither of you noticed as they quietly stepped back outside again.
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The rain from earlier had slowed to a light drizzle by the time Karen and Foggy started walking toward the diner.
For several blocks, neither of them spoke until Karen broke the silence. “I think I understand now.”
Foggy glanced sideways at her. “I figured you might.”
Karen let out a slow breath. “I'm still worried.”
“I know.”
“He's still Bullseye.”
“He is.”
“He'll always be dangerous.”
Foggy nodded. “That's true.”
She looked down at the pavement. “I don't think I'll ever completely stop being afraid of what he's capable of.”
“You shouldn't.”
She frowned. “But…”
“He loves her.” Foggy smiled softly. “He really does, and she loves him.”
“She looks…” She searched for the words. “Like she's finally stopped carrying everything by herself.”
Foggy's smile grew. “Yeah.”
“She's always been taking care of everyone else.”
“I know.”
“And now…” Karen's words trailed off.
“Someone takes care of her.” Foggy said softly.
Karen nodded slowly. “Did you see how he notices everything?”
“He does.” Foggy laughed. “Probably more than Matt does.”
“And the way she looked at him…” Karen shook her head with a disbelieving smile. “I've never seen her look at anyone like that.”
Foggy tucked his hands into his pockets. “Soulmates are funny like that.”
Karen looked at him confused.
“I used to think it was just about fate.” He carried on.
“It isn't?” She asked.
“I think it's about finding the one person who somehow keeps choosing you.”
“And somehow…” He looked back toward the clinic. “They always find their way back to each other.”
Karen thought about that terrible night. About the violence Dex committed, the prison, the distance, and about every reason those two shouldn't have worked.
Yet somehow… here you were.
She smiled to herself. “I think he knows.”
Foggy raised an eyebrow. “Knows what?”
Karen looked through the rain toward the glowing windows of the clinic one last time, and she could just make out your silhouette beside Dex's.
A warmth settled quietly in her chest. “That he's her home.”
Foggy followed her gaze, and after a long moment, he smiled. “I think you're right.”
Together, they turned toward the diner, leaving the warm light of the clinic behind, while inside, neither you nor Dex noticed they'd ever come back. Too busy sitting together with your fingers still laced together and quietly talking about what to watch after dinner.
And for the first time in a long time, the people who loved you most weren't wondering if they were about to lose you.
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The first he did when he escaped jail was going to your apartment.
It was late at night, and you heard a weird sound from the kitchen. It´s not like it is the biggest apartment ever, anyway.
Imagine your surprised when you find him in the kitchen having some cereal.
-Be-Ben?- you ask in a whisper- what are you doing here? You are supposed to be in prison.
-Yeah. -he said cleaning the dish. You notice his clothes. Guard clothes.- I am.
He looks at you up and down. He looks hurt.
-You look beautiful, just like I imagined all this time.
-No. -I said.- No, y-you can. not do this to me. After all this time, all these years. -You shake your head in denial. He takes a step closer.
-Listen to me, please.- He says with pleading eyes.
-No. - you put your hands on his chest.- No, you have to go. You have t- Your body tenses. Steps sound from the dark hall that goes to your room.
Dex looks at you with wide eyes. Is there someone there? Did you find someone else?
The slow steps sound closer and closer.
-Mommy?- a little voice says. A tiny girl with blonde hair and your eyes, rubbing them from sleep, in pink pajamas. She looks at us with big eyes.
Dex can not stop looking at her. She looks at him back.
-Lilly, go back to your room. Now. -I said not looking at her. Looking at Dex.
-But momm- she tried to stay but you interrupt her. With tiny steps she goes back to your room. Dex looks at you with wide crazy eyes, heavy breathing.
-Lilly? -he says slowly, like he is tasting every letter from that name.- Is she- is she mine? Is she my daughter?
You look at him with sad eyes. You look so tired, so tiny, small in front of him. You just nod.
Dex stalks you from his car, watching you through a rifle scope while you’re having dinner at a restaurant with a man he has no idea about, or how he even got into the picture.
The jealousy hits him instantly. Just a couple of hours earlier, he’d been sitting across from you in that exact same restaurant.
Thirty minutes later, the two of you walk out of the restaurant together. At the door, the man pulls you into a tight hug, and Dex can barely stop himself from getting out of his car and shooting him in the head.
Once you part ways, you head home, completely unaware that Dex is following you all the way to your apartment building.
Five minutes after you get inside, there’s a knock at your door.
You open it, surprised to find Dex standing there. He looks visibly upset. Without saying a word, he gently but firmly pushes past you, making his way into your apartment.
He starts asking where you’ve been, leaving you completely confused by his behavior.
When you explain that the man was just a friend, he becomes even more jealous the moment you mention him, even though he was the one who asked.
As you instinctively try to put some distance between the two of you, clearly intimidated by his sudden appearance, he notices. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward him.
He leans down and whispers in your ear that you’re special to him, and that no one will ever touch you like that again. Only him.
He pins you down on the couch and slowly traces his gun over your body, from your lips down to your inner thighs.
You know you should be scared, but the entire situation is turning you on instead.
He toys with you like this as a form of punishment, and you know it. Still, beneath him, you’re left breathless, completely intoxicated by the intensity of his gaze.
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