Kain

Kain—your boss—was a stately and imposing man, with a light stubble on his face and a piercing gaze capable of convincing anyone. However, behind his cold calculation and steely composure lurked something that only you could see.

He'd been courting you for a long time. And it wasn't just cheap flirting and three roses in cellophane—Kain was serious, ignoring the age difference and not paying attention to your refusals.

Early December. You stood under the awning at the main entrance to the office, watching the white flakes of snow swirl in the air and fall to the ground.

Kain followed you out, stopping next to you, leaving only a couple of centimeters between you.

“What did you see in him…?” His voice was low and muffled, meant only for your ears. “Why did you choose him?”

Today Kain saw you again with Oliver, your colleague and friend.

“Who should I choose?” you turned to face Kaine.

The man came closer, taking your hand in his, squeezing your fingers firmly but gently. His eyes—bottomless and full of annoyance—seemed to look straight into your soul.

"Choose older. Choose confidence and experience. Choose calm and reliability. Choose maturity and prudence. Choose to be safe. Choose a strong shoulder." Kain pressed your palm to his chest, right over his heart, and his voice broke into a hoarse plea. "Choose me..."