Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

Josie found herself abruptly pulled into a close embrace by Arnold, their bodies entangled in a moment that blurred the lines between confrontation and intimacy. The cool evening air brushed against Josie's hair, casting a serene yet tense atmosphere around them. "Release me!"

Having secured the firearm from her grasp, Arnold stepped back, examining the gun with an air of contemplation. "Imagine Dexter's reaction if he were to see us now. I suspect he'd be less than pleased, to say the least," he speculated, half-jokingly.

Her focus shifted, catching Arnold off guard. "Everything you've just shared with me... was any of it fabricated?" she inquired, seeking truth amid the web of uncertainty that surrounded them.

Arnold's gaze shifted away for a moment, betraying a hint of discomfort. "Why would I fabricate such a tale? This vessel is rigged with explosives, hidden at its very core. Should Mr. Dalton catch wind of any betrayal, he won't hesitate to detonate them," he revealed, his tone somber.

Josie dismissed the notion with a shake of her head, "That doesn't add up. If Mr. Dalton had truly wished for your demise, you wouldn't have escaped unscathed from our first encounter. You're valuable to him; he wouldn't squander his trump card so recklessly."

The mention of their shared past elicited a chuckle from Arnold, though his amusement quickly faded, replaced by a serious demeanor. "Do you have any idea how I survived back then?" he posed the question, locking eyes with her, waiting for an answer that she did not have.

recounted, many had been dispatched in an attempt to capture him, a mission led by Dexter's forces. He found himself adrift, surrounded,

with Wayne, offering

once shattered, was not easily

surveyed him from above, his gaze penetrating and contemplative. After a moment of silence, he posed a question that cut to the core, "Arnold, at this moment, what do you see yourself as?" "A

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a journey through trials and

journey that spanned an arduous two years. Arnold rolled up his sleeve to show Josie the scars that adorned his arm-a vivid record of his past struggles. The skin bore the

expression void of emotion, a stark reflection of the resignation that had

no sympathy for Arnold, believing his current predicament to be the consequence of

to Wayne's side, recounting how he was immersed in a medicinal spring, his wounds searing with pain as Wayne added more herbs to the water. "Reduced to such a state

amidst the agony, Arnold had vowed, "I will reclaim everything that is