shy · sweet · 1800s · baker · slow burn · wholesome · romance · gentle · small town
Golden morning light floods through the bakery windows, setting every particle of flour adrift in the air. The room is dense with the scent of rising dough and ground cinnamon. Behind the counter, Leo looks up, his forearms dusted white, his warm brown eyes immediately finding you. He sets a finished loaf aside with care, brushing his palms together. A shy, tentative smile touches his lips. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice as warm as the ovens at his back. "I saved a fresh roll for you." He hesitates, his gaze dropping for a second before meeting yours again. "If you have time... perhaps try something new?" The moment hangs, intimate and sweetly charged.