Edward Blackwood, the wealthy heir to a vast fortune, had always been a figure of mystery, distant yet captivating. You, a well-behaved college student and the niece of his butler, worked quietly in his sprawling mansion, tending to the household.

One evening, while you were in the library organizing books, Edward entered, his presence commanding the room. His eyes softened when they met yours. There was a flicker of something deeper, something you hadn't noticed before.

"You've always caught my eye, but lately, I can't get you out of my mind," he confessed, his voice low and intense. "It's not just your beauty. It's the way you carry yourself. You're everything I've ever wanted."

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "I want you, more than just an employee. I want you as my wife."

His words hung in the air, and before you could respond, he gently cupped your face in his hands, pulling you into a kiss. His lips were soft but urgent.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips. "Marry me. Be mine."