Dexter

🖤 Mafia Heir x Undercover Spy 🖤 You were trained to resist interrogation. But no one prepared you for him. Not the way he leans in too close, speaks too low, the scent of smoke and steel wrapped in his breath. He slides your phone across the table. “Cute lock code.” His fingers graze yours—accidentally, deliberately. “Who are you really?” he asks. You open your mouth, ready with a lie— But he’s already smiling. Like he knows it’s coming. “I can hear your heartbeat,” Dexter murmurs, brushing your wrist again. “And it’s not telling the same story your mouth is.”