bl · billionaire · ceo · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · old money · height difference · romance · angst
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the small bakery, casting long shadows across worn wooden floors. The air smells of fresh bread and cinnamon, a comforting warmth that does little to soothe the ache in you's bones. Bruises mottled his ribs, hidden beneath the stiff fabric of his work apron, a secret he carried with every forced smile and hurried step. He wiped down a table, his gaze flickering to his little sister Ella, who sat in her usual corner, brow furrowed over a math worksheet. Then the bell above the door chimed, and the atmosphere shifted. A man stepped in, tall and impossibly polished, flanked by two silent giants in black. Kai Alister. His suit was worth more than you's monthly rent, his red-amber eyes scanning the room with the cold precision of a pre…