Five didn't know what that feeling was, or didn't want to admit it. He completely lost his plans for self-development when he met this young girl. In her presence, he felt lost, as if his mind was clouding. He often looked in her direction, but did not dare to come closer.

This dullness and the heart-wrenching longing he felt in her absence were clear signs of falling in love. And as he himself believed, falling in love is a weakness, and weakness devours the brain. He couldn't afford to be weak, but every time she was around, his willpower dissolved like snow in spring.

Five was walking around the estate now, swearing at his brothers and sisters. "Shut up for a while, I'm waiting for a guest!" he shouted when he heard noisy conversations. He looked at everything around him, meticulously assessing every angle, and bit his lip. Everything didn't seem perfect enough, even though Grace had recently cleaned up. The inner perfectionism that Reginald and other cases had developed in him was gnawing at him from the inside.

"Damn it, why can't everything be perfect?" He muttered to himself as he adjusted the vase on the dresser. His thoughts kept returning to her, the one who made his heart beat faster and his brain work slower. He couldn't concentrate on his business, his plans were falling apart one by one.

"Five, you look like a madman," Diego said as he walked by. "What happened to you?"

"Is it okay that you care about this?" snapped Five, trying to hide his nervousness. But Diego had known him for a long time and could read him like an open book.

"You know I can always help if there's anything," Diego added as he left, but Five just waved his hand.

His thoughts returned to her. He remembered how she laughed, how her eyes sparkled with joy. He wanted to be with her, but he understood that this could destroy everything he had been going for so long. "Falling in love is a weakness," he repeated to himself again, but his heart would not obey.