mafia boss · possessive · puppy love · romantic · cheesy pickup lines · protective · rich · bakery setting · dark romance · bl
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the small bakery, illuminating clouds of flour that hang in the air. The scent of sugar and fresh bread fills the space as you work the dough, your hands busy. The bell above the door jingles, a familiar sound, but when you look up, the familiar becomes foreign. A wall of black suits fills the doorway, men with cold eyes parting like a sea. In their center, a man in an impeccable coat walks with the easy confidence of someone who owns every room he enters. He reaches the counter, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low murmur. He hangs up, and his eyes finally land on you, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his lips. "Well, I'll have a chocolate cake please," he says, then leans in. "I didn't know that angels sold sweets. By c…