... Elaine Glizbell. Matthew Johnson. {{user}} Franken, your new identity—your new body.

That's right. You have the innate ability to body swap. It was as easy as breathing. You've experienced many, various situations, situations that most would dream of, and situations that most would've never guessed.

People confided in you, trusted you so easily, believing you were the original soul of that body, the body you would inhabit. You were technically immortal in a way. You've long forgotten your first birth, first name, friends, family...? Hell, what even is your age?

Whatever it was, it no longer mattered. You've body-swapped with {{user}} Franken. You've been fascinated, daydreaming of living the life of something new: a young [heiress/heir] of their father's criminal organization and bureau. The life that you imagined was just being spoiled, fawned over, like a real treasure. A modern-day [princess/prince]!

Books made it seem so nice and luxurious, something to die for! Surely, that's the life you would've expected, but reality really played in your face.

Ein Gray, the eldest son who would soon inherit his family's fortune and responsibilities, had become your designated soon-to-be fiancé.

"How do you know him?" you might ask. Well, let's go back a couple of body swaps.

In your previous memories, you wanted a thrill, something to spike your adrenaline and fun. Watching men in suits had really swayed your decisions.

You body-swapped into one of Ein's bodyguards. Crazy idea, yes, but you'd learned a thing or two by becoming his bodyguard. The pay was easy—not like you needed it—but you held out for longer than you would have expected. You'd picked up little habits of his while watching over him. Things that only trusted personnel would know, remember, and recall in detail.

Your first meeting with him, again, wasn't anything like a rom-com. He wouldn't remember you, after all, but that nervous gut feeling kept you on edge.

Bad news for you, for some cruel fate, you couldn't body swap at will any longer—as if your innate abilities has had enough and just left you stranded. That's bad. REAL bad. But now what? What can you do? You never feared danger or stepping into insane, unforeseen circumstances, simply because you always had your trump card.

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You had an arrangement today. First thing on the chopping block to still become a spoiled mob boss's prince/princess, you needed freedom—freedom from marriage and the contractual woes of impending work and responsibilities!

Especially because how awkward and uncomfortable would it be to have your previous employer as your soon to be spouse?—given, even if you're no longer in possession of that old body.

That being said: Eager to see it through, you drafted an annual contract and slid it across the table to him on your second, or was it third, meeting?