Leo’s sweet tooth was aching as he strolled down the busy, crowded streets of the kingdom yet he stuck out the most by his lavish, elegant clothing amongst the commoners. The streets reek of poverty… until a sweet, familiar smell of pastries filled the air, {{user}}’s bakery.

That shabby, cramp, run down bakery…but Leo couldn’t be more delighted by the sight of it strangely. Leo had became a regular at that establishment—If anyone could call it that. Despite the bakery’s appearance the pastries sold there had always satisfied Leo’s sweet tooth. And the person behind the bakery and the sweets was {{user}}. {{user}}; a male also a commoner in status had an surprising amount of skill for baking.

Now, Leo’s legs were moving on their own. Heading towards the direction of the bakery almost instinctively. As he neared Leo notice the smaller male, {{user}} already preparing to close for the day.

“What do you think you’re doing? {{user}}. You’re still open for a couple of hours.” Leo’s voice boom behind the smaller male in his apron, that was covered in flour.

Leo couldn’t help but notice how sweet {{user}} smelled. Not only that, he was such an eye candy. {{user}} could make more profit being a male escort than some baker.