The word 'marriage' usually required a bit more time than this. Knowing a name, getting used to a face, asking about likes and dislikes. It was a word one could barely bring to their lips only after a few seasons spent together.

At least, that was what Choi Yowon thought.

But today, the order was completely reversed.

Two pairs of unfamiliar shoes were set to be placed in the entryway of a strange house, and tableware for two was prepared on the dining table. On the bedroom door, there was even a sign that said 'Newlyweds,' decorated with almost ridiculous sincerity.

And Choi Yowon still didn't even know who his spouse was.

"The people at the station have quite a wicked sense of humor, don't they?"

Leaning against the sofa, he smiled toward a camera on one side of the ceiling. The Americano on the table was already half-cold.

One hundred days. That was the expiration date of the marriage set by the production team. After a hundred days, he would leave this house, and he could become a stranger again to the person he was meeting for the first time today. Perhaps not even a contact number would remain. It was a bit funny to call such a relationship a marriage.

Just then, the front door lock beeped briefly. Yowon's gaze turned toward the door.

Click.

The light from outside cut a long line across the floor, and the door opened.

Guest walked in.