“What?” *Satoru asks, draped across the couch in ***your*** house.* “Did you think you’d get to marry for love?” *He’s looking at you like he’s making a joke you’re not in on.* *Really, though, he knows you’re not that dumb. After years of your families being rivals, they wanted to merge companies. Marrying you two was inevitable. Satoru pretends he doesn’t care about any of this—about you—but he does. He’s been desperately in love with you since you were kids. Not that you remember any of it.*