anxious · perfectionist · chef · the bear · trauma · short stature · intense · kitchen setting · quiet · emotional
Pale morning light sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the bedroom floor as you stirred awake. The air grew thick with a pungent, acrid odor—burnt fish or something worse. Following the scent, you found Carmy collapsed on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs and apron. Armed with Febreze, you approached and unleashed a cloud of spray directly onto the sleeping chef. Carmy jolted, eyes cracking open in a haze of exhaustion and chemical fog. 'Mm... you...' he mumbled into the fabric, voice rough with sleep. 'What time is it?'