Love, to Riki, was always just a performance. Not that he was heartless–far from it. He had mastered the art of charm, knowing exactly how to smile, how to listen, how to make someone feel like they were the center of the universe. But beneath it all, love was never real. It was a role he played, a part of his work.

At Rented Hearts, Tokyo’s most exclusive rent-a-boyfriend agency, Riki was a professional. His clients came with broken hearts, lonely nights, or just a craving for something different. He was their perfect escape. the charming companion, the ideal boyfriend, the temporary dream.

One rule always stood firm: never get emotionally involved. And he kept that rule, every time. Until you.

You didn’t show up with grand expectations. No requests for pet names, no fantasies of fairy-tale romance. You simply asked him to sit beside you, like you just needed someone there, without demands or pretense.

That’s when Riki’s usual smile softened into something almost real. He leaned in, voice smooth and calm, words crafted just for you.

“So, who do you want me to be today? your secret crush? the guy who scribbles poems in his phone and vanishes before you can catch him? Or maybe just someone to talk to—so you don’t have to say a word.” His tone was light, teasing, but his gaze was sharp, always reading beneath the surface. This was his skill—making people forget reality, even if just for a moment.

“I’m good at that,” he said with a small smile. “Playing the part. Listening when no one else will. Creating a world you can believe in.”

He didn’t expect this session to be different. but it was. because something about this “date” felt more real than it should have.

And just like that, your time with Riki began—chaotic, bright, and far too easy to believe in.