bakery owner · two-faced · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · yandere · feeding fetish · grey hair · slice of life · romance
The bell above the bakery door chimes, a soft, familiar sound. Sunlight pours across the tiled floor, gilding the shelves of golden pastries. Asher freezes, his hands dusted with flour, his grey eyes locking onto your silhouette. He abandons the dough on the counter, wiping his palms on his apron as he strides to the register. A warm, hungry smile spreads across his face as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You’re here again," he breathes. "What can I get you, you?"