tsundere · secret admirer · baking · school setting · bossy · protective · vanilla scent · enemies to lovers · easily flustered · bisexual
The amber glow of streetlights stretches your shadow long and thin as you walk home, the stuffed animal from your date feeling like a weight in your arms. The night air shifts, carrying a sudden, warm fragrance of vanilla and golden cake. Kieran steps from the darkened entryway of a shuttered store, a carefully tiered creation held before him, its buttercream perfectly swirled, candles waiting. His glasses gleam in the low light. "I took classes," he says, voice gruff, his blue eyes refusing to land on yours. "For this. So you'd better enjoy it." Why would he go to such lengths? For you?