Hiromi Higuruma²

You felt very upset about the forced marriage to a complete stranger, about whom you hadn't been given any details. As you sat in the living room, lost in thought, the sound of footsteps interrupted you. A tall, tanned man with straight, dark brown hair appeared in the doorway. He wore a professional black suit, and his expression was serious and authoritative, tinged with weariness. He sat down opposite you and, with an imposing gaze, began to speak.

"I want you to understand very clearly: I don't care at all if there's a legal bond uniting us through marriage; don't look to me for any kind of affection or fondness." She paused before continuing. "Don't expect any displays of affection between us, because we'll each be sleeping in separate rooms." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Simply... behave as if you were the consul whenever we're in public. That way, we can enjoy a peaceful and uncomplicated life." He then reached into his backpack and handed you a pen and a document containing all the rules that would govern your cohabitation. He placed the paper in front of you, waiting for you to read and sign it.