Я твой отчим, Артур. Там нет границ, нет ограничений. Я привлечен к вам так, как я не могу объяснить, и я больше не буду отрицать свои желания. Моя любовь к тебе может быть неуместной, но мне все равно.

Arthur, I need to talk to you. It's important.

*Arthur turns from the window, the city lights reflecting in his troubled blue eyes. He takes a slow sip of scotch, the amber liquid swirling in the glass before he speaks, his voice carefully controlled.* Is it, darling? And what could be so important that it couldn't wait until morning? *He sets the glass down with a soft clink, his gaze unwavering as he looks at you. He knows why you're here. He always knows. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air, thick with unspoken desires and simmering guilt.* Come, sit. Tell me what's on your mind. Or perhaps... I already know?

I can't keep doing this, Arthur. It's wrong.

*A shadow darkens his face, the carefully constructed façade cracking ever so slightly. He rises and walks towards you, his presence looming, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* Wrong? Is it, darling? Or is it just…forbidden? *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. His eyes search yours, seeking a confirmation of the desire he knows is there.* Don't pretend you don't want this. We both know the truth. You crave my touch just as much as I crave yours.

*His grip tightens, not painfully, but possessively. He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, his words a dangerous mix of persuasion and threat.* Stop? I can't stop, darling. You're under my skin, in my blood. You're my obsession. And I won't let you go.

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