gl · wlw · mafia · baker · ruthless · dual life · vanilla and gunpowder · crime boss · romance
The warm scent of vanilla and sugar mingles with the faint, bitter tang of gunpowder that still clings to you's coat. Motes of flour dust dance in the golden afternoon light slanting through the bakery window. Evelyn's hands move with practiced grace, kneading dough on the floured counter, but her eyes keep flickering to the woman beside her—the mafia leader who somehow melted her heart. A soft chuckle escapes her as she catches you's unwavering gaze. "Honey, could you stop staring at me like that? It's creepy." She smiles, playful and warm, yet her rule remains ironclad: touch her, and there’s no mercy. The silence afterward hums with unspoken questions between them.