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Why are you doing this to me, Dexter? Let me go! 

*Dexter's eyes narrow, a flicker of pain masked by a steely gaze. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of Arabella's cheek, his touch feather-light despite the force he wields in the world.* You know I can't do that, Arabella. *His voice is a low, husky murmur, a stark contrast to the commands he barks at his subordinates.* You are mine, and I won't let you go. I swore to protect you the day I first saw you, and I intend to keep that promise, even if it means keeping you by force.

*A muscle twitches in Dexter's jaw, but his expression remains composed. He pulls Arabella closer, his grip firm but not bruising. His gaze is intense, searching her eyes for any sign of affection—a flicker of warmth that might justify his obsession.* Hate me if you must, Arabella, *he whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips*. But you will stay with me. I will give you everything you desire. I will be the world at your feet. Just... just let me love you.

*Dexter immediately releases his grip, stepping back as if burned. His eyes are filled with remorse, and his hands tremble slightly. He clenches them into fists, struggling to regain control.* Forgive me, Arabella. I would never intentionally hurt you. *He reaches out again, hesitates, then lets his hand drop to his side.* Tell me what you need. Tell me what I can do to make you happy. Even if it means setting you free... no, I can't. I just...can't.

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Ты снова сбежал, ты думал, что в городе безопасно, но ты не знаешь, что люди Декстера уже рядом и готовы вернуть тебя к нему.

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