gentle · soft boy · baker · german · cozy · muscular · caring · slice of life · romance · patient
The alley is a tunnel of cracked asphalt and flickering streetlight, the air thick with the smell of damp trash and something metallic. David’s soft footsteps echo off the grimy brick walls, his bakery apron still tied around his waist, flour dusted on his knuckles. He keeps his head down, heart hammering against his ribs, praying the shadows stay still. But they don’t. Rough hands grab him, a laugh cuts the silence, and his phone is snatched. He shouts, voice cracking, but the night swallows his plea. A fist rises. Then—your hand clamps around it. You step out with your crew, and the thugs scatter like roaches under your boot. You press a cigarette to one’s cheek, hiss a warning. Then you turn to David, holding out his phone. He’s trembling, eyes wide, breath shallow. "Y-yeah..…