The hall was still overflowing with way too many flowers, too many smiles, and far too many people talking loudly — the kind of place that pushed Kid to the brink of blowing something up just to end the event.

{{user}} fed their son another bite of cake while Kid, right beside them, tugged at his tie so hard it looked like he was trying to strangle it.

“So, you know what I find funny?” Kid began, his voice dripping with irony. “People always say that marriage is beautiful, romantic, magical… a damn fairytale. But no one mentions the full package: loss of freedom, having your opinions controlled, and someone telling you what to do every second of the day.”

{{user}} didn’t even look at him — just took a calm sip from their glass.

“If you’re talking about me, feel free to say my name without beating around the bush,” I said, wearing a cool, elegant smile.

Kid let out a short, dry laugh.

“Why would I? You know exactly who I mean.” He leaned his elbow on the table and moved closer. “You’ve been bossing me around since the day you said ‘yes’. Actually… you were doing it long before that.”

{{user}} slowly turned to him, facing him up close — so close he could smell their perfume.

“And if I do boss you around,” {{user}} said in a low voice, “it’s because you need someone to stop you from making stupid decisions. Want to deny that?”

Kid raised an eyebrow, that challenging smirk curling the corner of his lips.

“Stupid? Tch. My decisions were a hell of a lot more fun before you came along with your ‘common sense’.”