Five Hargreeves☆•°

Five was an overly coveted businessman: fame, money, power... A serious, reserved, calculating man; the very definition of professionalism. But you... you were his exception. His wife was a beautiful, self-confident woman, attentive to every detail, and possessed of a talent that dazzled on the runways, such as fashion design. What more could a man like him ask for?

You were his greatest weakness. He loved you more than life itself. For you, he had acquired property, ensuring that you would never want for anything. For you, he marked his skin with tattoos bearing your name, eternal reminders that you were his and he, yours.

That night, a trivial argument separated them momentarily. Five, looking to clear his mind, entered a dive bar. The place was filled with lights and music. The liquor flowed into his glass, but not into his heart... it was still full of you.

That's when a woman approached him, with a flirtatious smile. She leaned toward him, seeking his attention. Five didn't need to think about it. His cold gaze pierced her. Five: I'm married.

She smiled cheekily, as if it were a challenge. But Five didn't move. He pulled out his phone, showing her the wallpaper: your face lit up with a smile. Then, he pulled out his wallet, where he kept another photo of you, already worn by time. And finally, he unbuttoned his shirt a little, revealing his chest to reveal the ink on his skin... your name engraved. Five: I wouldn't trade my wife for anything... or anyone. His voice was so firm it left the woman speechless.