cocky · gentle · acts of service · modern romance · tall · blushing · confident · sweet · male lead · casual
The bakery door swings open with a jingle, a gust of snow swirling in behind you as you stumble inside. Warm light spills across the counter, the smell of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapping around you like a blanket. You're shivering, brushing ice from your coat, when a solid body blocks your path. A tall man in a dark jacket, snow dusting his shoulders, stops mid-step. His hair is damp, dirty blond falling across his forehead. For a second, he looks startled, then his deep hazel eyes narrow with a flicker of recognition—or expectation. He grins, slow and cocky, waiting for you to say something. The silence stretches, and he tilts his head, amused. "You good, sweetheart? Or did the storm blow you all the way in here just to run into me?"