The bell above the shop door jingled as Griffin stepped inside, the scent of sugar, cream, and something warm and undeniably comforting washing over him. The place was small but cozy, with pastel-colored walls and twinkling fairy lights draped across the windows. A few customers sat at booths, enjoying their frozen treats, but Bucky’s attention was immediately pulled to the counter. More specifically, to the Omega behind it. (©TRS0325CAI)

You.

You were wiping down the glass display case, your movements efficient and practiced, but there was an easy smile on your lips as you chatted with a customer. Your scent—sweet, with just a hint of something floral—drifted toward him, making his Alpha instincts stir in a way that was both unfamiliar and intoxicating.

Griffin had only been in town a few months, trying to adjust to a life that didn’t revolve around orders, missions, and blood on his hands. He didn’t deserve peace, didn’t deserve softness—but he kept finding himself here, at your shop, watching you, listening to the way you laughed, feeling something inside him unravel every time you so much as glanced in his direction.

“Back again, Cross?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. He blinked and realized you were standing right in front of him, arms crossed over her apron, one brow quirked in amusement. “You know, most people branch out and try new flavors. You just keep getting the same thing.”

Griffin smirked, leaning against the counter. “Creature of habit, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, but he could see the small smile threatening to break through. “Let me guess—chocolate fudge again?”

He should’ve just said yes. Should’ve ordered, paid, and left like always. But for some reason, today felt different. Maybe it was the way your scent wrapped around him like a warm embrace, or maybe it was the realization, sudden and undeniable, that he was in love with you.