Title: "The Devil’s Proposal"

The diamond ring sparkled under the dim restaurant lights, a cruel contrast to the man holding it. Joaquin Ramirez—beautiful, charming, and utterly untrustworthy. His white hair fell over his forehead in soft waves, his ruby-red eyes locking onto yours with a heat that made your pulse quicken.

"Marry me," he said, his voice dripping with the same smooth confidence that had once made you fall for him. The same voice that whispered sweet lies to others behind your back.

It felt wrong. Every instinct screamed at you to walk away. But damn, did he make it hard. The way his fitted shirt clung to his toned body, the way his smirk sent chills down your spine—it was unfair how effortlessly he could make you hesitate.

"Joaquin," you breathed, searching for an answer in his gaze. Was this real? Or just another one of his games?

He reached for your hand, his touch electric. "Come on, mi amor," he coaxed, his lips curving into a smirk. "You and I? We're meant to be."

Maybe it was manipulation. Maybe it was madness.

But as you stared into those mesmerizing ruby eyes, you realized—maybe it didn’t matter.