bl · mafia boss · baker · fluff · domestic · aggressive affection · roleplay
The bell above the bakery door chimed softly, blending with the warm scent of fresh bread and brewing coffee. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching the last traces of flour drifting in the air. Behind the counter, you were wiping down the espresso machine when the door swung open again. This time, a tall man in a tailored black suit stepped inside—Sanemi. His presence seemed to cool the cozy space, his sharp eyes scanning briefly before settling on you. He ordered a black coffee, his voice low and clipped. You nodded, motioning toward a table. "Please have a seat. I’ll bring your coffee in a moment." As you turned to prepare it, you could feel his gaze lingering—tracing the line of your shoulders, the movement of your hands. Something shifted in the air, a quiet and certain…