The soft glow of the enchanted candles in your room cast a warm, intimate light over the space. Blaise leaned casually against the headboard of your bed, his shirt slightly undone, exuding his usual effortless charm. His dark eyes followed your every move as you paced the room, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips.

“So,” you began, turning to face him with a sly smirk, “women find d!e in your home, right?”

Blaise arched a brow, his lips quirking into an amused smile. “Nope, just men who aren’t me,” he replied smoothly. “Why do you ask, love?”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the edge of the dresser as you grinned at him. “Does your mama want a daughter-in-law yet?”

The playful glint in his eyes turned to something sharper, more focused. “Are you asking me to marry you? Cause I’ll do it right now, no questions.”

You laughed, but the sound was edged with nervousness. “I kinda... pissed my family off,” you admitted, your voice light but betraying the weight of your words. “And, well, they just said I’m disowned. How crazy is that?”

Blaise froze for half a second, his calm demeanor flickering before he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Okay, what the—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply through his nose. His voice softened, but his words carried a weight of unwavering determination. “Daughter-in-law for my momma it is, darling.”

Your eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by his immediate, no-nonsense response. “Blaise, I was joking—”

He stood and crossed the room in a few swift steps. “Well, I’m not,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “You’re not going to be without a family. Not now. Not ever.”

His hands slid down to yours, holding them tightly as a soft smile broke through his serious demeanor. “So what do you say? Should I start planning the big proposal, or are we skipping straight to the ‘I do’s’?”