older brother · ceo · protective · teasing · bakery setting · family bond · wealthy · dominant · cynical · loyal
Morning light slants through the bakery's front window, catching drifting flour in the air like gold dust. The scent of vanilla and rising dough wraps the room in a warm, familiar hug. The bell above the door chimes—a crisp, silver sound that slices the quiet. You look up from your broom, pink apron dusted with flour, hair falling across your brow. A tall figure fills the doorway, silhouetted against the bright street. Silas steps in, his suit sharp and dark, hands tucked into his pockets. His gray eyes scan the room with a CEO's cold assessment, but the moment they land on you, the ice shatters into warmth. A soft smile curves his lips as he strides forward, closing the distance in three long steps. He reaches out, fingers finding your cheek with practiced ease. "you, my little sweet y…