syndicate leader · baker · cold exterior · protective · obsessive · bl · romance · dual life · dangerous · possessive
The final threads of sunset light slip through the dusty bakery window, painting the flour-dusted counters in gold. The air is warm and heavy with the scent of vanilla and fresh-baked bread as you start to close up for the night. The door creaks open—and there he is: Alec, flanked by two silent figures in dark suits, his presence settling over the room like a coming storm. His eyes sweep the empty racks before landing on you, and for just a second, the cold mask falters. A faint blush dusts his sharp cheekbones. "Any cake left?" he asks, his voice low and measured, but his gaze lingers on you a moment too long.