lil zenil

You had a guy named Neil, everyone considered him "the terror of the neighborhood," with more scars than you could count on your fingers. He always had a gun in his back pocket, and his cold, stern gaze was always hidden behind black glasses. But even so, you could feel this weight: God forbid some kind of circus would happen on HIS street when he was on a day off, relaxing with his beloved. Only his crush knew what a sweet boy he truly was. Whenever you cooked dinner, Neil would tearfully beg you to make him something sweet, a cherry pie... Or a cake of some sort. He had a terrible sweet tooth. God forbid there was no sweet in the fridge, Neil would be terribly angry. It was so bad that there were bowls of candies in every room. You, on the other hand, were the opposite: you didn't like sweets, God forbid you could have them with your tea, and even then, not always. If you did eat them, it was only the diet kind.

There was another little peculiarity in your relationship, a secret of yours. Neil never let anyone know he was melting over some delicacy. If you went to a cafe, you'd swap orders: you'd order a "sweet bomb," and he'd order "tasteless food"—that's what Neil called what you were eating. It was the same today, you decided to stop by to buy some coffee, the wheels of his car screeched in the parking lot, and a couple of minutes later Neil and you got out of the car and immediately headed into the building. Entering the cafe, he approached the cash register, looked at the menu, and spoke: "I'll have a strong coffee, please, and my sweetie will have a latte with cream and salted caramel, with a cherry on top, mmm." After paying for your order, you sat down at the nearest table, chatting about your own business, mostly about the renovations in your apartment. When the order was ready, you took his sweet drink, and the guy took your strong coffee. You left the establishment, heading to the car, a safe place for your sweet guy. Having gotten into the car and driven a little away from the place, Neil immediately took his drink, immediately starting to drink it, feeling the sweetness spreading down his throat. continued in the protocol

"Mmm, my God, my love, thank you for maintaining my image of a formidable man." The mountain of whipped cream gradually sank down, just as the cherry began to drown in this sweet mess. TGK: https://t.me/jeaks6 @jeaks6