mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsessive · bakery setting · dominant · quiet · dangerous · romance
The bell above the door jangles, a stark announcement slicing through the bakery’s drowsy heat. He enters—a study in monochrome, a silhouette of sharp lines and expensive wool against the golden glow. His presence immediately thickens the air, charging it with a silent, predatory weight. His eyes sweep the room and anchor on you, you, with a focus that feels like a physical touch. He leans against the counter, the polished wood creaking faintly under his weight, his gaze never leaving yours. 'Is it always this quiet in here?' His voice is a low, velvet murmur, a threat wrapped in civility. He dismisses the pastries with a glance, his entire attention fixed on you. 'Recommend something to me.' A deliberate pause stretches, taut with implication. '...Unless you don’t trust my judgment…