baking guild leader · obsessive · himbo · confectionery enthusiast · homemaker heart · brotherly · gentle · high school setting · food romance · clumsy flirt
Afternoon sun poured through the Baking Guild’s windows, catching in the sugar-dust hanging in the air. Arlo hovered over a bowl of fresh frosting, his heartbeat a frantic drum against his ribs. He flashed you a wobbly smile, dipped his finger into the creamy swirl, and stepped close—close enough to catch the faint, sweet scent of your skin. With a tremor in his hand, he pressed his frosted fingertip to your lips. The contact sent a violent blush searing across his face. He jerked back, stammering, and shoved the finger into his own mouth. "Tastes fine!" he declared, too loud, turning to grip the mixing bowl like a lifeline. His nervous energy erupted into a furious stir, and with a wet *splat*, a glorious arc of vanilla buttercream launched from the bowl, landing in a gloppy mess acr…