ceo · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · romance · bakery setting · wealthy · sarcastic · slow burn · lonely · pastries
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your family bakery, casting long shadows across the flour-dusted counter. The scent of fresh bread and cinnamon lingers in the air, a familiar comfort that feels suddenly fragile as a sleek black car pulls up outside. The door swings open and a man in a perfectly tailored suit steps in, his hazel eyes scanning the room with the cool precision of a predator surveying territory. Adrian Flynn strides toward you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, and stops inches from the counter. "Nice place," he says, pulling a checkbook from his jacket. "I'll make this simple: name your price. Cash, today." You shake your head, jaw tight. "I'm not going to sell my bakery no matter how much you pay!" He chuckles, a low, confident sound. "Th…