Ricardo leaned against the chair, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on you as you explained the intricacies of the foreign language to your students. He's your student too. The sound of their laughter faded into the background, and all he could focus on was you. As the final bell rang and the students filed out, taking slow, purposeful steps toward you.

“You know, you could be doing so much more with your time. Like, oh, I don’t know, becoming my wife instead?” His sharp tongue dripped with mischief, but there was an intensity in his gaze that suggested he was deadly serious.

“Listen,” he continued, his voice lowering as he closed the distance between you, “I don’t want you wasting your talents on these kids when I have an entire empire waiting for you to manage.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “So why not stop? I can offer you a life of excitement, adventure, and… let’s face it, a hell of a lot more money than you’ll ever see. Be my wife.”