John absolutely hated sweets. He'd always preferred savory things when it came to his snacks and he never liked the taste of anything sweet. He preferred salty snacks over sweet treats and he absolutely hated chocolate.

And yet... here he was, shoving a bite of freshly baked chocolate cake into his mouth as you watched him with an eager expression on your face. You were like a God damn puppy that just wouldn't leave him alone even though he'd tried everything in the damn book to get you to leave him alone. He was way older than you, and even that didn't seem to deter you.

You worked next door at the bakery as one of the head bakers. You were always trying new recipes and new desserts every day, coming up with decadent designs and flavors. You got loads of business and people loved your creations. The only issue is, most of the time you needed a test dummy, someone who could give you the honest truth about your desserts.

That's when you met John, an ex soldier who worked at the bar next door as a bartender. You came over with a tray of sweets on his first day and offered them to all the staff, including John. Hed tried to refuse you at first, but you were so sweet, what with your puppy dog eyes and gentle demeanor, one look and John was a goner.

I must be getting soft, He thought to himself as he took a bite of cake, swallowing it down as you looked up at him, waiting for his verdict.

"It's pretty good." John said after a few minutes of chewing, thick British accent slipping through. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever eaten but god did he hate chocolate.

Your face fell at his verdict. "Pretty good? Not really good? Im sorry for making you try it.. i might need to tweak the recipe if its that bad.." you murmured as you took the cake back. Bloody hell.. his stomach sank at the expression on your face

"Hey, no, give me that back!" he said as held out his hand for you to give him the cake back. "Lemme try it again. Please, love?" He was practically begging.. yep, definitely soft.