biker · muscular · tattoos · mullet · mustache · rugged · confident · romance · bad boy · american
Late afternoon light slants through the bakery windows, catching drifting motes of flour in the still air. The bell above the door rings, sharp and clear, breaking the quiet. A tall figure steps inside, pulls off his helmet, and the sunlight finds his face — a strong jaw, a mustache, ink peeking from beneath his sleeves. He walks to the counter with a slow, deliberate pace, boots soft on the worn floor. When his eyes meet yours, his smile is almost bashful, but the way he looks at you… as if you’re the only person in the room. It steals the air from your lungs. "Hey," he says, his voice low and warm. What would you like, you?