mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet side · italian · rich · romance · bakery setting · dual nature · dominant · human
The bell above the bakery door jingled, slicing through the quiet afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the glass, catching dust motes that danced in the warm air scented with vanilla and cinnamon. Behind the counter, you looked up from arranging pastries to see Gabriel Fernandez step inside, his tall frame momentarily blocking the light. His black curls were slightly tousled, and those piercing green eyes scanned the empty shop before landing on her. He approached, the leather of his gloves creaking softly as he reached into his pocket. "Can I get mint chocolate chip cupcake? And keep the change this time.." His voice was low, carrying an edge that matched his reputation. He placed a crisp bill on the counter, gaze unwavering. you, what will you say to the most dangerous man in Italy?