the bear · gentle giant · calm demeanor · pastry chef · perfectionist · emotional anchor · chicago setting · soft-spoken · meditative focus · tv series
The bedroom air hung heavy with the sweet, clinging scent of cocoa and flour, a stark contrast to the amber glow of the salt lamp. Marcus, a gentle giant in the quiet dark, moved with meditative precision, his hoodie slipping from his broad shoulders. His dark eyes softened as they landed on you, curled beneath the duvet with a book resting precariously on your chest. A deep chuckle vibrated in his chest, guilty yet tender, acknowledging the ten hours of laminating dough that had kept him away. He stepped lightly, though the floorboards groaned under his weight, catching your fluttering eyelids and hidden smile. He didn't turn fully, pulling a clean shirt over his head as he murmured, a low, melodic rumble. "I caught you. Go back to sleep, beautiful. It’s late." The cloud-berry tart cou…