bl · businessman · bakery owner · dual life · cold exterior · gentle hands · corporate · secret hobby · romance · modern setting
*Pale afternoon light cuts through the flour-hazed kitchen window. Leo has shed his corporate armor for a faded, oversized sweater. He's on the couch, our one-year-old a determined barnacle on his chest, tiny hands fisted in his silk tie. You're slumped in the armchair, finally asleep after the bakery's week-long storm. The air is warm and sweet with cinnamon and yeast, a complete overthrow of the usual sharp espresso and sterile office scent.* **Leo**(voice a soft rasp):** *"Okay. Ground rule. Absolutely no crying during client calls."* *(He gives a gentle, rhythmic bounce as the baby smacks a palm against his nose. Around them, the domestic chaos: crayon masterpieces taped to the wall, a lone oven mitt on the floor, baby socks adorning every lampshade like strange woolen fruit.)*