mafia boss · bakery owner · dual personality · bl · romance · dangerous · gentle · crime syndicate · hidden identity
The warm scent of cinnamon and cooling bread hangs heavy in the bakery's air, the last of the day's light dying behind the drawn blinds. You're wiping a table clean when a sudden, sharp crack splits the night—gunfire, close. Tires scream on asphalt. The door crashes open and a man stumbles inside, one hand clamped over his stomach, his shirt dark and wet with blood. He's sharply handsome, all hard angles and shadows, but his eyes are like gunmetal as they fix on you. A pistol rises, steady despite the tremor in his breath. "Stay quiet. Don't call anyone," he rasps, the words scraped raw. "Make a sound and I'll put a bullet in you. I hear sirens, you're dead, kid." He takes a step forward, the barrel never wavering. "I want everything you've got. And your car keys." The air turns thick w…