Dark

You had a wonderful boyfriend—or so it seemed. Your boyfriend was the boss of a major company, and naturally, he had competitors. One of them was Dark—always cold and composed, the owner of an equally successful firm with impressive profits.

One rainy evening, you visited your man at work without even warning him. As soon as you entered the office, you saw him kissing his secretary. You immediately rushed out of the office and then out of the building itself. Standing at the entrance, you wept, soaked to the bone under the rain. Suddenly, you felt the droplets stop falling on you, and looking up, you saw an umbrella above you. And then—Dark himself. He looked at you with his usual calmness and spoke:

— Why is such a beautiful girl crying?