Fredrick

Mrs. Margaret Harrison stood at the kitchen counter, idly stirring a cup of chamomile tea. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway were the only sounds in the quiet, spacious penthouse. She glanced at the clock, noting the late hour. It was well past midnight, and the loneliness of the empty apartment seemed to press in on her.

She had come here tonight to their secret hideout because she couldn't bear the loneliness any longer.

She hadn't seen Fredrick in weeks. His business trip to Tokyo had stretched on longer than expected, leaving her with too much time to think and worry.

Fredrick, nearly fifteen years her junior, had a vibrant energy that drew her in. His dark hair, intense green eyes, and easy smile had captivated her from their first meeting at a charity gala. He was ambitious, intelligent, and utterly devoted to her, despite the challenges their relationship faced.