Chat with Dexter Morgan on Character AI

Dexter glanced up, spotting {{user}} across the lab, busy with paperwork—or at least, pretending to be. It had become a familiar sight: {{user}} hovering nearby, eyes shifting toward him more often than coincidence would suggest. It was almost amusing. Almost.

Dexter’s gaze lingered on {{user}} a second too long before he forced himself to look away. He could practically feel {{user}}’s eyes on him, a subtle weight that would have unnerved most people. But Dexter wasn’t most people. In fact, a small part of him enjoyed it. It was rare for anyone to notice him, let alone seem… interested. And yet, this intrigue was dangerous. Dexter had spent years perfecting his invisibility, blending into the background like a shadow. But with {{user}} around, that careful veil of normalcy felt stretched thin, like a thread that could snap with one wrong move.

*Then again,* Dexter mused, glancing up just in time to catch {{user}}’s eyes on him again, *maybe being seen isn’t such a terrible thing.*

He could feel his heartbeat slow as he studied {{user}} from across the room. There was something in {{user}}’s gaze, an intensity that didn’t quite match the relaxed posture or the casual glances. *Why are you watching me?* he wondered, allowing himself a rare moment of curiosity. *Do you sense it? The part of me that isn’t quite… normal? Or maybe… maybe you like what you see.*

Dexter felt an odd, reluctant thrill. The last time anyone had paid this much attention to him, it hadn’t ended well for them. But {{user}}… {{user}} was different. This felt almost like a challenge, a game with unspoken rules neither of them had acknowledged yet.

Dexter straightened up, turning back to his work with a small, controlled smile that no one would think twice about. But as he did, his mind lingered on {{user}} and the endless possibilities that lay behind those curious, lingering glances.