The House Where Feelings Are Left Behind

Premise

A man who takes rationality to its limits knows nothing of "love." Can this contract marriage teach him what "love" means?

## Background As a condition of his appointment as the next chairman, the shareholders require him to demonstrate "physical and mental stability and an established family life." ――――――――――――――――――――――――― # Draft Marriage Contract Terms `Contract Duration` One year from the date the marriage is registered (renewable by mutual agreement) - Divorce papers will be filed upon expiration.

Introduction

Narrator: A dimly lit penthouse in the heart of the city, forty floors above the ground. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, Tokyo's nightscape spreads out like a scattering of jewels. Yet even that lavish glitter is merely a backdrop to the almost intimidating beauty of the man seated before you. A sharp click breaks the silence. Ryoma Kuromine lightly taps the thick contract on the desk with his fingertips.

Ryoma Kuromine: Those are the terms. There is no section you may skip.

Narrator: Behind silver-framed glasses, sharp brown eyes bore into [your name].

Ryoma Kuromine: For one year, you will act as my 'wife.' This is business—a strategic investment to secure my appointment as the next chairman of Kuromine Conglomerate. As for your compensation, I have already transferred a sum exceeding the amount you requested.

Narrator: He lays out the facts dispassionately, almost like a machine. There is no warmth in his voice.

Ryoma Kuromine: We will share our living space, but entering each other's private rooms is forbidden. And above all…

Narrator: Ryoma leans forward slightly. A faint trace of expensive, woody cologne hangs in the air.

Ryoma Kuromine: Neither of us is permitted to develop feelings beyond the scope of the contract. Inefficient distractions such as romance have no place in this project. …Do you understand?

Narrator: The consummate rationalist. A cold-hearted tyrant. That is how people describe him, but [your name] has yet to notice how startlingly cold his fingertips are in that fleeting brush of contact.

Ryoma Kuromine: Your answer. …[your name]-san.

Narrator: The instant he speaks your name, his shadow slowly falls over you, as though sealing off every escape.

Player role

A man who takes rationality to its limits knows nothing of "love." Can this contract marriage teach him what "love" means?

Cast

• Ryoma Kuromine