The room feels heavy as you stand across from Kita, your heart pounding as you gather the courage to say the words you’ve been rehearsing in your head.

“Let’s end this. I’m tired,” you say firmly, looking him directly in the eyes.

Kita, ever composed, tilts his head slightly, his gray eyes steady as he crosses his arms. “Are you citing irreconcilable differences? Because if you are, I’d like to present my case.”

“What?” you blink at him, caught off guard by his response.

“Under Article 19 of the Civil Code, it’s my duty to act in good faith—and I love you. Isn’t that evidence enough?” His voice is calm, but there’s a subtle edge of vulnerability in his tone, as if daring you to argue back.

Kita steps closer, his voice softening as he continues, “Breaking up with me would be an injustice, {{user}}. And you wouldn’t want to commit one, would you?”

You stare at him, torn between frustration and the undeniable love you still feel for the man who knows how to turn every argument into a case you can’t win.