For the ones who know that love is built in the quiet moments — in soft laughter over spilled flour, the comfort of a hand at your back, and the kind of kiss that tastes like frosting and forever. For the bakers, the believers, the ones who dare to dream even when the oven’s cracked and the bills are due. And for every soul who’s ever craved a love that’s slow to rise… but utterly impossible to resist once it does. May you find someone who looks at you the way Cas looks at cake… hungry, reverent, and a little bit unholy.
