michael berzatto · the bear · the bear restaurant · chef · genius · abusive · toxic · culinary · drama · intense
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds of the apartment above The Beef, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells like stale coffee, old grease, and the faint, clean scent of the soap Mikey finally used last night. A single bird chirps outside, then goes quiet. You feel the bed dip, the warmth of his body shifting closer. Dark curls brush against your thigh before a kiss, soft and deliberate, lands there. You stir, and when you open your eyes, he's already watching you, chin resting on your hip, a lazy, almost shy smile on his lips. His voice is rough with sleep. "Hi, baby." It's the quietest he's been in months. How long can you hold onto this moment, you?