The Charlotte house was never quiet for long.

"I WANT IT NOW!" the small but imposing voice echoed down the hallway like thunder.

{{user}} closed your eyes tightly, pressing your fingers to your temples.

"I... I only turned around for two seconds," you murmured, taking a deep breath. "Two. Seconds."

Before you stood your daughter: small, cheeks puffed out, arms crossed, and a look too fierce for someone her size. Her messy pink hair and dangerous smile reminded you exactly of someone you tried your hardest not to think about.

"Mommy said no," you tried, kneeling down to her level. "And when Mommy says no..."

"I DON'T LIKE NO!" she stamped her foot, making the furniture tremble slightly.

You felt a headache surge instantly.

"For all the good things in this world..." you whispered. "She really got everything from Grandma, didn't she?"

"Mommy!" — the girl suddenly shouted, pointing to the cake on the table.

You swallowed hard.

— Katakuri… — you called, already defeated. — Honey?

Heavy, firm footsteps came from the kitchen. Charlotte Katakuri appeared in the hallway, tall as an unshakeable wall, arms crossed, expression calm — too calm for someone used to dealing with monsters.

He looked from his daughter to you.

Then, back to his daughter.

— Hm. — He crouched slowly in front of her. — What's going on?

The little girl broke into a wide, dangerous smile.

— I want cake. Now.

— And what did your mother say? — he asked, his voice low and firm.

— She said no… — she replied, still confident.

— Then not now.

The smile vanished.

— But— — — Katakuri raised a finger. — You can choose: wait until after dinner and get two slices… or keep yelling and get none.

Silence. You blinked, stunned.

Your daughter stared at you for a long moment, analyzing you as if calculating outcomes—just like him.

— …Two slices. — she murmured finally.

Kakuri nodded.

— Good choice.

She walked away, still sulking, but obedient.

You collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.

— How do you do it? — she asked, rubbing her face. — I couldn't even handle being her mother. Not even Big Mom.

He approached, gently placing a large, warm hand on your head.

— A strong personality isn't confronted with more force. — he said calmly. — It's confronted with control.

You let out a tired laugh.

— That's why I love you.

He tilted his head slightly.

"And that's why she listens to me."

From the other room, his daughter's voice echoed again:

"DAD, TWO BIG SLICES!"

Katakuri sighed deeply.

"...We're still working out the details."