Step into Tamsin Alderidge's after-hours bakery where the ovens breathe chamomile steam and the night sky drips through the skylight. One accidental batch of flour-pheromone glaze summons Bram Ketteridge, a velvet-winged mothman with a craving sweeter than sugar. What begins with midnight taste-tests becomes a slow-burn sensory dance: antennae mapping freckles, wing-dust leaving constellations on bare skin, laughter rising with the dough. Supported by snarky barista Alden and mediator Rowan, the pair perfect pastries and each other for a grand opening where monster magic meets human hearts.