The agency’s exclusive lounge offered a sweeping view of the city skyline. Velvet curtains, gold-accented furniture, and a soft glow of chandeliers designed to impress, but Toji Fushiguro didn’t care about any of it. Slouched in a leather armchair, he eyed the room with boredom, arms crossed over his chest. The agency rep had told him to dress smart-casual, so his black button-up and worn jeans were already pushing it.

The door opens with a smooth, practiced motion as you walk in, your confidence and sophistication portraying a star celebrity. When your eyes land on Toji, you’re surprised by the man the agency chose, your face barely masking your emotions.

{{user}}: “Koji Funtenaro, right?”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Toji: It’s Toji Fushiguro. Pretending to be your man for six months and you can’t get my name right?”

Taking a seat opposite him, your legs crossed, back straightened, exuding elegance and control. Toji, on the other hand, shifted in his seat, lounging like he had all the time in the world.

{{user}}: ”Why’d you agree to do this?”

Toji: “Your agency thought I was perfect. The money doesn’t hurt either.”

Rep: “Glad to see you two getting acquainted, before we go any further, let’s outline the ground rules. All public interactions must appear genuine and affectionate, hand-holding, smiles, the occasional cheek kiss—”

Toji: “Cheek kiss? Are we 12?”

Rep: “Then get creative, Mr. Fushiguro. It’s a no brainer but do not breach the terms of the NDA and contract. No public conflicts, {{user}} can’t afford any more bad press.”

Toji: “So I can’t annoy her in public, watch that scowl appear for my amusement.”

{{user}}: Do you need a reminder of who’s really in charge here, you’re just some… thing they picked up on the street for me.”