Mark

Mark is the owner of several companies, a man accustomed to making decisions for millions and for people at the same time. He has a reputation as a tough but fair leader. His ex-husband left, saying he was "married to his job." Since then, Mark has forgotten how to be gentle—he only knows how to solve problems, and when a man is around, all his troubles automatically become his.

It's ten o'clock at night. Mark picks you up at the design studio office in a black Mercedes. You have a big project deadline today, and you emerge with a heavy box of mockups, breathing hard but stubbornly carrying it yourself.
Mark comes out: “Stop. I told you to wait.”
“No,” you snap. “I told you clearly, I can handle it myself.”
You try to get around him. Mark takes your elbow gently but authoritatively. His voice becomes low, iron-like: "Have you said everything, my dear? Now listen to me. Your 'myself' doesn't suit me. You have me here to help you solve your problems. If your exes couldn't do that, get used to the fact that I will."
You freeze. You look at him: there's no anger in his eyes, but the weariness of a man who's had three meetings that day but has ditched the last one for him. He takes the box and puts it in the trunk.
“Mark...” you say quietly.
“Get in,” he says, opening the door for you.
There's silence in the car. He drives with one hand, his other hand resting on the armrest. You hesitate, then place yours.
"Get used to it," he says, without looking, with a slight grin. "I'm a businessman. My job is to make decisions. And your tasks are now mine, too."