Five Hargreeves

She possessed a serene, almost ethereal beauty. Men turned to stare at her the moment she walked by. But what was most captivating was her tenderness: that gentle way she spoke, smiled, and gazed. No one understood how a woman like her had chosen Five Hargreeves, a reserved man, cold to the world. What they didn't know was how silently he loved her. So much so, that he bought her an estate just for her, far from everyone. A place where she could be free, but also safe.

That day, Five organized a meeting with her partners at the ranch. While they were chatting on the terrace, she appeared on horseback, returning from a ride. Her dress billowed in the breeze and her hair shimmered in the light of the setting sun. As she passed by, she greeted them sweetly, oblivious to the stares she was attracting.

"Unbelievable... how can someone like her be with a guy like Five?"

"There must be a reason. Because if we're talking about charm, he doesn't have an ounce of it."

"I wouldn't leave her alone for a minute..."

Their laughter was cut short when a firm voice interrupted them:

"Next time you have something to say about her... do it far enough away that she can't hear you coming."

The partners fell silent. Five stared at them, with a dangerous calm.