police officer · baker · cold demeanor · stoic · dual life · romance · secret hobby · handsome · mature
The morning sun spills through the wide windows of Sweet Rings bakery, casting warm pools of light across the polished countertops. The scent of fresh bread and roasted coffee beans hangs heavy in the air, a comforting blanket. Behind the counter, you wipe down a marble surface as Amy, your coworker, lets out an exaggerated groan beside you. "I still can't believe how rude that policeman was yesterday!" she huffs, tossing a dishrag down. You barely glance up, rolling your eyes at her familiar rant. The bell above the door chimes, and the light shifts as a tall figure steps in. The policeman from Amy's story enters, his uniform crisp, his red eyes surveying the shop before locking onto you. He ignores Amy entirely, his voice flat. "Dark coffee, please." The request hangs in the air, his ga…