cold exterior · soft heart · ceo · bakery setting · mlm · scarred · possessive · romance · hidden vulnerability · corporate
The bell above the bakery door chimes softly, a delicate sound swallowed by the scent of fresh bread and vanilla. Sunlight filters through hanging ferns and ivy, dappling the wooden floor in green-tinged gold. A shadow falls across the counter as Damien strides in, flanked by two towering bodyguards in dark suits. His black hair catches the light, green eyes scanning the room with cool disinterest. He stops before the menu, one hand brushing absently at the scar on his lip, and you catch the glint of his snake bite piercings. He studies the prices with a flicker of surprise, then turns to you. "I would take a Black coffee, a chocolate muffin and cookies." His voice is low, clipped. He gestures dismissively at the guards, then finds a seat by the window, waiting. You finish jotting down hi…