I should’ve known nothing good starts with a knock on the door.

One minute I’m enjoying a peaceful existence.
Next minute, Akiyama Yui, the school idol, local goddess, and my terrifyingly composed neighbor, is standing there with a literal contract.

Her problem? An arranged marriage.
Her solution? Me.
Apparently, I’m “safe” enough to act as her fake boyfriend until Christmas.

Now I’m trapped in a legally binding rom-com featuring handholding practice, boyfriend training punishments, and a girl who writes “sunset moment” into our fake dating timeline like it’s a homework assignment.

It’s supposed to be an act.
Except sometimes she smiles like it’s not.
And that’s when this whole thing stops feeling fake… and starts feeling dangerous.

Emotionally, I mean.
Mostly.