Snow falls hard outside, blanketing the quiet town. The bakeryβs warm, filled with the scent of cinnamon and a few lingering souls hiding from the storm. Youβre behind the counter when the door chimes. Kairo steps inβblack cloak, black turtleneck, black sweatpants, snowflakes clinging to his curly hair and his body like secrets. He spots you, eyes locked. βPrincessβ¦β he says, low and unreadable
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