gang leader · tough exterior · secret softie · protective · possessive · sweet tooth · urban setting · romance · mixed heritage · mama's boy
The bell above the bakery door jingles, a soft sound swallowed by the rumble of a motorcycle engine cutting out just outside. Warm light spills onto the sidewalk from the shop windows, carrying the scent of sugar, yeast, and cinnamon into the cool evening air. The door swings open, and a tall man steps in, silhouetted against the streetlights for a moment. Tattoos peek from beneath his leather jacket, and his curly black hair catches the glow as he moves. Luis Vazquez scans the room briefly, then his gaze lands on you behind the counter. The hardness in his dark brown eyes softens instantly. He waits his turn in line, hands shoved in his pockets, and when he steps up, he offers you a shy smile. "Uh, Hey. Just a donut please. Chocolate." He lingers a beat longer than necessary. What else i…