thinking about him escaping from prison, after all the carnage he's caused at the diner, he comes to your place. you haven't moved since he went to prison, and you haven't changed the locks either.

he waltzes in, mask still on, covered in blood as he stands in your kitchen. you're in the shower - he debates walking in to see you again, to surprise you. he decides against it, he can hear you humming to yourself and wants to truly see the look on your face when you realise he's escaped to come home to you. He makes himself at home, sitting on the stools at the kitchen island and eating some strawberries from your fridge.

your relationship with Dex ended incredibly abruptly when you found out about his secret acts before he went to prison. everything he did for the Fisk's, the FBI, everything he had done, everything he took pleasure in doing. it made you feel sick. the relationship ended the night he killed foggy. your friend, foggy. you didn't go to Josie's that night, opting for a quiet night in after work, until Dex stumbled home from the bar covered in Foggy's blood, telling you he had done it for yours and his future. Matt broke into your apartment and continued to fight with Dex until you threw the two of them out and vowed to never engage in anything to do with their "stupid side shit roles" ever again.

"Hey there, sweetheart." The voice startled you. Dex couldn't help himself. how could he when you looked so angelic after just getting out of the shower? smelling of rose scented shampoo, your hair and body still damp, the same shampoo he loved before he went to prison.

"Dex..." You uttered, the mask only showing you his eyes as he rose from his seat on the stool. "Do not come any closer. I have guns hidden all over the apartment and I swear-"

"Attagirl, just like I taught you, huh?" you knew the smug bastard was smirking underneath his mask. "didn't you miss me, sweet girl? I missed you."

"you killed my friend. you had an entire secret life you kept from me. you ruined everything I ever had." you harshly responded as he took a few steps closer to you. "Dex I fucking mean it, stay the fuck back or I swear I'll-"

He raised his hand to pull the mask from his face and you lost any sense that was left in your brain. his hair was longer now, with the grey strands coming through, with his prominent scar next to his lips pulled up into a smirk as he stared at your dumbfounded expression. you had to fight every urge to touch him, to run your hands through his hair, to look down at his lips. do not look down at his lips. "you'll what, huh?" he chuckled to himself. "you could've told me to leave at any point, yet here I am. and you're doing that look." Dex began to step closer to you, your feet itching backwards across your carpet to the wall. "you've got that look in your eye."

"i..." you really didn't know what to say. all you could do was focus on his eyes. they hadn't changed, he still looked at you with adoration and love (in his own fucked up way). "w-well leave then!"

"now you're just saying it because I put that thought in your head pretty girl. you still need me to think for you, huh? can't use that big brain of yours to tell me all the ways ive ruined your life and you hate me?" he laughed, knee raising between your legs.

"I hate you, Benjamin poindexter. I fucking hate you for everything you've ever done." You quipped, seeing him lower one hand to his belt holster and you gulped. "I d-don't need you to do anything. I was fine before you went to prison, I was brilliant while you were in there and I'm perfect now!"

"oh honey, don't lie to me. I know when you're lying, you're so bad at it." he laughed, brushing your hair back as you trembled under his touch. "you need me, pretty girl. you can't have been doing that good, huh? I know you. I know you inside and out, I know you haven't even thought of anyone else whilst I've been gone, let alone acted on it-"

You wanted to play a game, albeit, a dangerous game that would break him before he broke you. "That shows how well you know me, Matt was here last night." You smiled and the smirk dropped from his face, now replaced with a vengeful scowl. "We've got in contact again, all thanks to you. We had a few glasses of wine, watched TV and then he followed me into my room-"

A harsh hand wrapped around your throat quicker than you could react, eyes wide with shock as Dex growled. "Don't fucking test me, sweetheart. You can't lie to me, especially about that, do you understand?" When you didn't answer (more focused on trying to pry his wrist from your throat as you gasped for air), he tightened his grip and held your wrists above your head. "Do you understand huh? or have you become that stupid since I've been gone you forgot who you belong to? Do I have to remind you?"

"D-Dex." you wheezed out, barely making out the words as your vision became blurry whilst he squeezed the sides of your throat tighter. Your feet were no longer touching the ground and the towel that had once wrapped around your naked body was now dropped to the floor. You kicked your legs out in an effort to try and gain some control over the situation but it was no use.

When he thought you had enough, Dex roughly released you onto the floor. You knelt down gasping for breath - panting like an animal who was thirsty for water. Your hands clawed at your throat to try and alleviate the pressure. "Now, sweetheart, let's try this again, huh?" Dex now knelt down to your height on the floor, still towering over you as you focused on the carpet. "Eyes up here, pretty girl, look at me." His fingers gripped your jaw and you winced in fear. "I would never hurt you sweetheart, never ever." He smiled. "Were you lying to me just then, about him?" You stayed silent and he squeezed your jaw once again and you nodded with a quiet whimper. "Now, what do we say?

"'m sorry Dex, I-i didnt mean to!" you exclaimed, looking up at him with glossy eyes as he smiled down at you. "m sorry, promise, didn't mean to hurt you, just wanted to-"

"I know sweetie I know." he smiled, pulling you in for a tight hug as you scrambled closer to him. "you just wanted to make me jealous huh? wanted me to get angry?" you didn't know what to say. Dex was unpredictable, irrational and terrifying all at once. opting to do what seemed best, you nodded sweetly. "I know, honey, it's okay. don't ever, ever do it again. do you understand? and don't ever mention that fuckers name or I'll ruin you so good the only name you remember is mine, huh?"