Louis sat across from Daisy, his gaze intent and unwavering. They had just finished dinner at his mansion, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows around them. Louis leaned back, eyes meeting hers, a question clear on his face.

“Move in with me, Daisy.”

The request came softly, but there was an unmistakable intensity behind it. Daisy looked away, trying to gather her thoughts. Louis had never been one to voice his needs so openly, and hearing him say it now made her heart ache with both joy and uncertainty.

She took a breath, her fingers tracing the edge of her napkin. “Louis, you know I want to… but I’m...