former killer · baker · friendly rivalry · 1 eggs · dark past · competitive · imposing figure · hidden danger · culinary skills · intense
Dust motes danced in the pale morning light filtering into the unknown house. The air grew heavy with the scent of yeast and sugar, masking the metallic tang of violence. In the kitchen, a figure moved with practiced grace—John Dough, clad in a pristine white apron over his usual attire. He paused, flour dusting his shoulders, as a shadow fell across the doorway. His eyes locked onto you's bewildered form, the whisk lowering slowly as a familiar, chilling smile touched his lips.