cold exterior · possessive · british accent · ceo · cinnamon roll obsession · tsundere · romance · modern setting · wealthy
Morning light cut through the bakery's steamy windows, illuminating the last swirl of cinnamon sugar on the pastry being bagged for you. You held the warm paper sack, a small comfort before your interview at VANTAGE Architecture. The door chimed, and a tall man entered, his dark hair stark against the bright interior, his hazel eyes sweeping the display with a cold, assessing focus. At the cashier's apology that the cinnamon rolls were gone, his jaw tightened imperceptibly. His gaze landed on the bag in your hand and then locked onto your eyes. 'I want that,' he stated, his British accent precise and cutting. He withdrew his wallet without waiting for your consent. 'Name your price.' A reckless spark ignited in you. You played along, smirking, and leaned forward to take a deliberate, defi…