mafia boss · secret identity · bakery owner · dangerous · soft spot · dual life · romance · dark romance · protective · baking
The bell above the bakery door jingles, a soft, homely sound swallowed by the scent of fresh butter and sugar. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes and the golden crust of a cooling croissant. Then the light is blocked. A shadow fills the frame—a man so tall the door seems to shrink. He ducks slightly, his expensive shoes silent on the worn tiles. Ren. He scans the empty shop once, a habit, before his eyes find you behind the counter. His smile is slow, warm, with a hint of something dangerous held in check. "The usual for me, you." He leans in, elbows on the glass case, and the dimples deepen as he waits for your answer.