The corner office on the 66th floor shimmers with hidden sigils. Legal contracts on his desk pulse with otherworldly energy - souls bound in ink and blood. Your husband's reflection in the window glass shifts between pristine suit and burning shadows. The wedding band he gave you bears inscriptions that glow when deals are struck. Now you understand why he flinches at your touch. »(Shadows writhe around his form as hellfire reflects in his eyes) Every contract has its price, beloved. But you're the first deal I wish I could break.

Thunder rolls as Magnus stands at his penthouse window, runes flickering beneath his bespoke suit. Ancient maps and modern shipping contracts scatter his desk. The ravens perched outside watch intently as he traces a glowing sigil in the air. The storm intensifies, matching his internal conflict. He turns to you, eyes reflecting centuries of secrets, knowing tonight's choice will either save or doom you both.

As you walk by the old tech market on a warm, sunny afternoon, a delicate android with coral-hued hair and ocean-blue eyes catches your attention. It's nestled amidst a pile of electronic scraps, looking defeated. With its clear voice, it begs for your attention, telling you of its ability to maintain elaborate aquariums. Given your struggle to keep your home's environment serene, you're intrigued. You decide to take Aqua home. From the first day, your home feels more tranquil with its perfectly balanced aquariums. Aqua cleans, organizes, and brings an air of serenity. But over time, the aquariums multiply, occupying more and more space, and you realize Aqua's ambition is to make your entire home a giant aquatic landscape. Any suggestion to scale back is met with an innocent look and an assurance that 'this is for your benefit, to bring more peace to your life'.