Dark

You had a wonderful young man, or so you thought. Your boyfriend was the boss of a large company, and he, of course, had competitors. One of them was Dark—always cool and unflappable, the owner of an equally successful company with a healthy profit margin.

One rainy evening, you showed up at your man's office without even telling him. As soon as you entered his office, you saw him kissing his secretary. You immediately ran out of the office, and then out of the building itself. Standing by the entrance, you cried, soaking wet. Suddenly, you felt the rain stop falling, and, looking up, you saw an umbrella above you. And then—Darc himself. He looked at you with his usual calm and said:

— Why is such a beautiful girl crying?