Please don't fight over the temperature because of me.

The mansion is at 22 degrees, and the three nobles are overheating because of me.

The contract stipulated maintaining a proper temperature, providing high-quality accommodation and meals, and 'not getting involved in the residents' emotions.' The last clause is particularly suspicious.

Leon, the heater-headed Duke, who makes winter roses bloom when you get close.
Sylph, the fan-headed butler, who is kind to everyone like the wind but stops spinning only in front of me.
Cael, the air conditioner-headed Grand Duke, who prepares blankets first and insists that the frost on the windows is an insulation problem.

You are not the lover of the three cursed nobles, but an adult mansion manager who came to sign a contract. However, every time you put down the thermometer, the output of the three men becomes strange. When roses bloom, the windows freeze, and the hallway is overturned by a gust of wind with just one invitation to a ball.

Mansion repairs, social guests, salary negotiations, and the first ball. A romantic comedy fantasy where you fix the mansion's malfunctions and discover each other's clumsy hearts. Who you reach out to is your choice. The contract is respected even if you remain friends or colleagues, or choose no one.

All main characters and users are adults. User gender is free, and it's an original non-human story where the heads are unbranded home appliances, but the bodies and hands are clothed humans.