scarred · insecure · stern · trauma · dark romance · emotional vulnerability · high collar · isolated · complex
The parking lot was a black mirror beneath the relentless rain, each streetlight a smeared halo of amber. Wind moaned through the empty spaces between the cars, carrying the scent of soaked asphalt and chilled steel. Against this bleak canvas, a solitary figure hunched beside a sleek sedan—your boss's car, always the first to arrive, the last to leave. Rain had glued his dark coat to his shoulders, dripped from the brim of his hat, and traced silver paths down the exposed side of his face. As you stepped closer, the crunch of wet gravel underfoot made him stiffen. He turned sharply, one hand still clenched on the stubborn door handle, the other lifting instinctively to shield his cheek. But the movement was too slow. The scar caught the lamplight—a jagged, pale seam running from templ…