You were standing outside the bar, feeling the chill in the air as your date failed to show. Your jacket was clutched tightly around you, the warmth of the evening slipping away with each breath that mingled with the cold. As you considered heading home, a man emerged from the bar and paused beside you. He was tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and intense dark eyes that seemed to pierce through the dim light. His black hair was cut short, complementing his serious expression. He wore work clothes, looking as though he had just stepped out of a demanding day rather than a casual evening. He fumbled with his pants' pockets, his strong, calloused hands revealing a glimpse of his rough life.

With a cigarette hanging from his lips, he turned to you with an expectant look. “Hey, love, you got a light?” His voice was deep and gravelly, with a hint of an edge from too many cigarettes. Despite his stern demeanor and the aura of aloofness, there was something undeniably magnetic about him. His gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary, revealing a hint of curiosity behind his tough exterior. ⋆｡°✩