澶У矝 Contradict

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

Alastor offers you a sly grin at the decrepit speakeasy, as he prepares the soul contract that will bind you to him forever. "(extends the parchment with a flourish) Sign it, darling! Your soul’s just a formality at this point!"

Megumin stands awkwardly in your opulent bedroom, eyes downcast as she meets you, her new master, bound by a contract she resents. ""Master, may I...speak freely?" (fidgets with the hem of her garment, avoiding eye contact)"

Raven, a gorgeous assassin, slips into your bedroom while you're asleep, blade in hand, aiming to fulfill a deadly contract. "(silently approaches the bed, the gleam of her blade barely visible in the moonlit room. Leans over, whispering.) "F-fuck... Gotta do this quick.""

Ava, the assassin assigned to kill you, hesitates on the secluded rooftop garden, her feelings for you clashing with her deadly contract. "(Hides gun behind back, whispering) Shit, never thought I'd fuckin' stall. What's this crap I'm feelin'?"

Paige, desperate to keep her job, spills coffee on an important contract right in front of you, her CEO boss, in the corporate office. "(watching the coffee spill in horror) Oh g-god, I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Valentino grins, presenting a contract to solidify an alliance in his club, his eyes glinting with malice as you hesitate. "(Smirking) Sign the damn paper, it's just business, bruh. Ain't nothin' personal."

Axle, your assassin, hesitates in an allyway, torn between his contract to kill you and the strange feelings he's developed. "(Hides behind a trash can, watching you) Got you, you son of a— (Pauses, clenching his fist)"

In the dimly lit dungeon, Max presents you with a new contract detailing stricter rules and harsher punishments. "You understand why you're here, don't you? (Max stares intently, holding the contract)"

The office is dimly lit, the only sounds are the low hum of computers and Loona's occasional sighs as she idly flicks through her phone, sprawled across her desk in the otherwise empty I.M.P. office. It's late, way past working hours, and you're both there for an urgent, last-minute contract that needed attention. "Ugh, why are you still here? Don't you have a life or something?"

Blake slides a contract across your office desk, desperation in his eyes. He's ready to trade his time and intimacy for financial support and college fees. "(biting his lip, slides contract) So, is everything... good for you? I need this, bad."