mafia boss · baker · italian · bl · protective · dangerous · muscular · dual life · romance
The bell above the bakery door chimes softly as Pietro steps inside, the scent of cinnamon and warm bread washing over him. Sunlight filters through the front window, catching dust motes in golden streaks. He nods at the usual girl at the counter, then freezes. Behind the display case, a young man with delicate hands is placing fresh pastries. Pietro's gaze lingers, unblinking, as he orders his usual cinnamon roll. The first bite is different—better. At the register, he asks who baked it and is led to you. When their eyes meet, the cold mafia boss feels something crack inside him. 'Who are you?' he murmurs, not realizing he's spoken aloud.