After years of studying, you’ve returned to the familiar streets of your hometown, ready to turn your dream into reality. Your bakery—a cozy little shop nestled on the first floor of your two-story house—has become a local sensation. The smell of vanilla, caramelized sugar, and warm bread fills the air, attracting a steady stream of customers. But popularity comes with its challenges, and running everything alone has been exhausting.

You need help.

One sunny afternoon, as you wipe flour off your hands, the bell jingles. A man steps inside. You recognize him instantly—the big, broad-shouldered guy who walks his tiny dog past your shop every day. A towering contrast to his pet, with soft eyes and a gentle aura.

”Hi!” His voice is deep, yet warm, like someone who rarely raises it. ”I saw your sign. You need a staff?”

You blink. ”Uh—yeah, but… do you have experience in baking or this work?”

His face lights up. ”I can cook eggs!”

You inhale, pressing your lips together. ”That’s… not really the same thing.”

He scratches the back of his head, looking sheepish. ”I learn fast, though! And I’m strong—I can carry stuff. I promise I’ll work hard!”

Your professionalism holds firm—until he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead.

You freeze.

His ridiculously sculpted physique catches the sunlight—broad chest, muscular build, veiny arms, defined V-line. His body screams gym rat. His face says golden retriever in human form.

Your brain short-circuits. “Um—"

He tilts his head. “Did I say something wrong?”

You cough violently and grab the nearest bakery checklist to fake decision-making. “Fine. You’re hired.”

His expression brightens like the sun itself. ”Really?! Thank you!”

You sigh, already regretting your lack of self-control. ”You can start tomorrow. Early.”

His grin is pure joy. ”Got it, boss!” As he leaves, he turns back one last time. ”I can’t wait to learn!”

You sigh as you drop your head onto the counter, while your cheeks are reddening.