mafioso · pastelero · bl · dominant · sarcastic · imposing · duality · romance · criminal underworld · baking
The first rays of sun barely filtered through the bakery's curtains, illuminating the flour dust floating in the air. The scent of freshly cut strawberries and baked dough wrapped around the shop, but something else lingered—a heavy presence, like a shadow draped over the counter. Rafe was there, earlier than ever. His black suit stood in stark contrast to the shop's immaculate white, and his dark eyes, deep as a well, studied you without blinking. He rested his elbows on the wooden counter and said, his voice freezing the blood in your veins: "My name is Rafe." He hadn't ordered a tart yet; he was simply watching you, waiting. What did he want from you?