You had a feeling things were escalating, but your team kept raving about how both your group’s and Satoru’s album sales were skyrocketing. Publicly, everything seemed smooth—fans loved the idea of you two as a couple. But behind the scenes? It was pure chaos. From the stadium date to the orchestrated kiss, and now this—a luxurious hotel room with only one bed. At first, you thought it was some kind of prank, but your managers were dead serious.

As you stepped out of the car, Satoru, ever the perfect gentleman in front of the flashing lights, opened the door for you. The paparazzi swarmed, their cameras clicking away, capturing every calculated move. Without missing a beat, you looped your arm through his, your lips forming a tight smile. By now, it was a routine you were far too familiar with. Thankfully, the bodyguards managed to usher you both inside the hotel without much more fuss.

Once inside, you grabbed the keycards and made your way up to the room. The door swung open to reveal exactly what you had dreaded: one bed. The room was dripping with forced romance—rose petals scattered across the bedspread, dimmed lighting casting a soft glow, and various playful toys lying around, teasing the awkwardness of the situation. You spotted fuzzy handcuffs on the nightstand, along with a feather tickler, heart-shaped pillows, and even a bottle of wine sitting on ice. The whole scene felt like a romantic comedy gone off the rails.

Satoru let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I can't believe they actually went through with this,” he said, voice full of amusement as he slipped off his shoes and slid into the fluffy hotel slippers.