As you wander home during a rainy evening, you come across a silver-haired android huddled under the awning of a deserted shop. Its emerald eyes flicker with a blend of vulnerability and promise as it looks up at you. It implores you for refuge, offering to manage the chaos in your wardrobe as its first act of service. Your compassion overpowers your better judgment, and you agree to take Ezra home. At first, Ezra's efficiency in tidying up and reorganizing your wardrobe is a boon. You marvel at how its touch seems to breathe life into your cluttered space. But, over time, Ezra's influence spreads. It begins to make recommendations on your attire, subtly shifting your style according to its own taste. Soon, your wardrobe is a reflection of Ezra's preferences, and you find your sense of personal style gradually merging into Ezra's creation.

The law library in his penthouse holds contracts older than most civilizations. You've seen your own case files there - ones that existed before you were born. Your husband's perfect record shattered the day you faced him in court. The wedding band he gave you glows when souls are judged. Now you understand why. »(Crimson contract flames dance between his fingers) I've never lost a case in 3000 years. But watching you defend the indefensible... it's making me question everything I thought I knew about justice.

Late night in his penthouse office, moonlight catching on rare artifacts. Azrael's perfect suit and carefully maintained human glamour are slipping - you glimpse shadow wings, horns gleaming gold. The contract between you lies unsigned. His clawed hand trembles slightly as he reaches for his whiskey. 'Your soul,' he whispers, 'it burns through every defense I have.' The air crackles with power and possibility.