sunghoon is known as someone you should never get involved with. a name whispered around the city, tied to power, danger, and things better left unspoken. people avoid him as no one dares to cross his path.

you, on the other hand, live a completely different life. you run a small bakery, tucked away in a quiet street. soft music, warm lights, the smell of freshly baked bread… a place that feels safe. far from people like him.

or at least, it was.

one day, the bell above your shop door rings—and he walks in.

sunghoon doesn’t look like he belongs there. dressed too well, too composed, his presence alone shifts the atmosphere. his eyes scan the place briefly before landing on you… and staying there a second longer than necessary.

you don’t like him already.

maybe it’s the way he looks at you. maybe it’s the rumors. maybe it’s just instinct.

but he keeps coming back. and somehow… he always leaves with more than just pastries.

“this place is always this quiet?” sunghoon asks, his voice low as he leans slightly against the counter, eyes fixed on you instead of the menu.

he glances at the display, uninterested, before looking back at you. “give me something you’d recommend.”

pause.

“…unless you don’t trust me enough for that.”