cold exterior · possessive · british accent · ceo · cinnamon roll obsession · tsundere · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The morning sun slanted through the bakery window, catching the swirl of cinnamon on the last roll as it was bagged. You held it, the warmth bleeding through the paper, a small victory before your interview at ARCT. The door chimed, and a tall figure stepped in, his dark hair catching the light, hazel eyes scanning the counter with cold precision. When the cashier said the cinnamon rolls were sold out, his jaw tightened. He spotted the bag in your hand, and his gaze locked onto yours. "I want that," he said, his British accent sharp as glass. He pulled out a wallet, not waiting for your reply. "Then I'll buy it. Name your price." You played along, smirking, and took a bold bite from the roll while it was still in his hand. You left the $500 on the table and walked out, feeling his stunned…