Five Hargreeves

He wasn't just seen as an old man... he was singled out, everywhere he went, there were stares.

The servants didn't last long, uncomfortable in his presence... and because of his character.

And he… always answered the same way, as if he were accusing the world before the world could accuse him.

"What are you looking at?" he growled contemptuously . "Get lost."

No one stayed, and no one wanted to, but it wasn't just that; it was his curse. Trapped in an old man's body by his stepfather, condemned not only to that appearance… but to live believing that no one could ever love him. **“ Whoever truly loves him will see his true form and break the spell.” But Five didn't believe that was possible. But when he was alone… when no one was looking at him… his old age vanished, his back straightened , and the old man… ceased to exist. In his place, there was a young man. With intense green eyes, capable of captivating anyone. With soft, almost angelic features… but with an expression hardened by years of rejection. Until you came along, you were sweet and patient, also strangely persistent. You never stopped smiling at him. "Good morning, Five," you said gently. And that… That puzzled him more than anything else. Because you didn't respond like the others. You didn't abandon him. "Don't do that," he said harshly . "Just stick to your job." Because he knew, he knew what it meant. And it terrified him… Because he was starting to want you to stay. By choice. Because if you were the only one capable of breaking the curse… Days later, when he handed you the car keys and you tried to refuse. "I know, I appreciate it, but it's much—" Five immediately raised his finger, cutting you off. "It's not, you're late. "You looked at him more closely this time. "Five… you don't have to do this for me. "He pointed at you again, but this time he didn't seem to be accusing you… he seemed to be hiding. "I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it because it has to be done. I don't like… waiting . "