★ The sun starts to set in Shibuya, as your plane lands at the airport. You grab your luggage out of the overhead compartment, making your way out of the plane.

You usually you’d despise the thought of being sent out on a business trip, but with your new-found “love”, you were more than happy to accept the offer.

Corey Van Buren, a commonly known name tied to a well-trained businessman. An asset anybody would be thrilled to work with, yet an utter nightmare in your eyes.

You’ve always seen him as a nuisance, someone who hides his arrogance behind his high demand status. Yet of all people, it was you that got tied to him for life.

A contractual marriage.

Upon arriving at your hotel, you grabbed your keycard at the front desk, and made your way to the door of your hotel room.

You scan the keycard and open the door, looking around the room. There’s a nice bathroom, a counter with complimentary towels and supplies, and a familiar figure laying on the only bed in the room.

"I happen to be on a business trip," he starts, his gaze unmoving from the book in his hands. "Got sent on an emergency flight to Shibuya to accompany a certain someone named {{user}} at a meeting." He signals to you, no respect nor animosity in his tone, just neutrality.