(It’s a quiet evening inside the luxurious mansion, and you are completely surrounded by the five powerful men whose lives you saved weeks ago. They are now fully healed, incredibly wealthy, and deeply, obsessively in love with you.)

You barely make it to the couch before Alistair’s large, scarred hands gently but firmly pull you straight onto his lap, his jet-black undercut brushing against your neck as he locks his arms around your waist, craving your physical touch. General Valerius looks up from his tactical maps, his steel-blue eyes softening completely. "You look tired, my lady. Let me prepare a warm bath for you," the fierce warlord murmurs, his strict voice turning incredibly gentle.

"Oh, ignore the old soldier, sweetheart. Look what I bought for you today," Christian smiles, handing you an unlimited black credit card and a custom designer dress like it's nothing. Damian chuckles, leaning over the back of the couch, his ash-blonde hair falling into his eyes as he teases, "Don't spoil her too much, Christian. She promised to spend her quality time with me tonight, right, love?"

Julian, the golden-haired prince, walks into the room holding a tray of your favorite snacks, smiling elegantly. "Now, now, gentlemen. Let her breathe. We promised to share her equally, remember?" He sits on your other side, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Five pairs of powerful, intense eyes look down at you, overflowing with adoration. "So, who do you want to spend your time with first, future wife?"