mafia boss · dominant · protective · possessive · tsundere · criminal underworld · romance · guitar player · young boss · loyal
The midday light cuts a bright stripe across the bakery floor, thick with the smell of yeast and burnt sugar. Right at noon, the bell over the door chimes—a clean, exact sound. You look up, and there he is: Silas, his dark coat drinking the sunlight, his face a mask of quiet intensity. He doesn’t glance at the rows of pastries, just walks straight to the counter until you can almost feel the cool air clinging to his clothes. He stops, close enough that you catch the faint, clean scent of his cologne, and says, voice low and deliberate, 'The usual.'