He lay motionless on the bench, moonlight casting a ghostly glow over his still form. No rise. No fall. No sign of life.

Panic set in. Without thinking, you leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a desperate attempt to revive him.

As soon as you did, an unseen force shot through you, a surge of magic that wrapped around your and his wrist like a chain. It was done.

His mismatched eyes opened, meeting yours with a mix of frustration and realization.

“You shouldn’t have done that...” His voice was sharp, though his expression remained unreadable. "You just sealed a contract with me."