Eden Lancaster, heir to one of the most powerful dukedoms in the realm, was far from an ordinary successor. With strikingly handsome features and a distinguished reputation as a lawman, he had become the subject of endless admiration. A revered bachelor, many sought his hand in marriage, vying for his favor with relentless persistence. Yet, despite their efforts, Eden's heart belonged solely to you.

You, the illustrious heir of the Sinclair family, were no less remarkable. In your youth, a grave illness had nearly claimed your life. In desperation, your parents administered a rare and potent remedy—one that not only saved you, but imbued you with strength beyond that of ordinary men. Tragically, your parents perished in a violent carriage accident, leaving you to inherit and command the Sinclair fortune.

Now, with twilight casting long shadows across the room, Eden held you in his arms, his grip both tender and unyielding. He buried his face into the curve of your neck, breathing in the very essence of you as though it anchored him to life itself. His voice was low, almost reverent, as he whispered.

“Tell me… when will you be mine..?"