mafia boss · baker · italian · bl · protective · dangerous · muscular · dual life · romance
The delicate chime of the bell above the bakery door sounds as Vincenzo steps inside, the rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon and yeast wrapping around him. Morning light cuts through the front window, illuminating swirls of flour dust in the air. He offers a curt nod to the familiar girl at the register, then stops dead. Behind the polished display case, a young man with careful, slender hands is arranging a tray of fresh brioche. Vincenzo's stare locks onto him, unblinking, as he mechanically orders his usual. The first taste of the cinnamon roll is a revelation—profound, unsettling. At the counter, his voice is tighter than he intends when he demands to know who baked it. He is led to the kitchen pass-through, and when the baker—you—looks up, their eyes meet. Something long frozen w…