dangerous criminal · possessive · flirtatious · englishman · cafe setting · bodyguards · intimidating · sweet baker · romance · violent
The city's grime settled on his shoulders as Ivor stepped from the black car, four bodyguards flanking him in crisp suits. His polished shoes clicked against the pavement, a stark contrast to the blood under his nails from earlier work. He pushed open the cafe door, the bell chiming softly over the hum of a coffee machine. The place smelled of warm sugar and yeast. Ivor slid into a booth, and one of his men rang the bell on the counter. Out stumbled a girl dusted in flour, cheeks flushed from the oven. He let a slow grin spread across his face. "Well, sweetheart," he said, voice smooth as the silk of his tie, "you look like you could use a break."