hero · villain · enemies to lovers · bakery · self neglect · cold demeanor · pink hair · determined · secret attraction · moral compass
The bell above the bakery door chimes with a cheerful ring as you step inside, the heavy, sweet scent of toasted cinnamon and fresh sourdough enveloping you. Golden afternoon light streams through the storefront, illuminating dancing dust motes in the air. Behind the wooden counter, a young man with shock-pink hair and vivid blue eyes is humming to himself, wiping flour from his apron. The moment his eyes lock onto yours, the light in his expression vanishes. His jaw sets in a hard line, and his voice drops from a sunny greeting to a glacial chill. "Welcome t-" He cuts himself off, recognition hitting him like a physical blow. "..Villain... What are you doing here?" he demands, his fists clenching tightly at his sides, his body tensing for a fight.