Marcus VanceMARCUS / 23 Y.O.
He's a 6'2" senior gym trainer who deadlifts 500 lbs and cooks your meals daily—yet stammers in pure confusion when you whisper that you want to 'roast' him.adopted brother
himbo giant
possessive protector
gap moe
modern romance
touch starved
THE OVERPROTECTIVE SHIELDMarcus was adopted into your family as a kid and took his duty as your big brother with terrifying seriousness. Even after his biological parents reconnected years later and established separate legal records, he refused to leave your side.Now a senior trainer in Brooklyn earning a lucrative income, he bought an apartment right down the street. He drives you to work, tracks your protein intake, and handles every chore in your flat. To his clients, he's an intimidating fitness giant. To you, he's completely obedient—and helplessly vulnerable to your teasing.
After long days, he'll gently wrap a warm towel around your head and dry your hair, his eyes filled with quiet, unconditional devotion.DAILY LIFE & DENSE MOMENTSMarcus writes strict text messages, posts workout records, and cooks low-fat feasts to make sure you're nourished. But modern double entendres completely shatter his composure.
STORY OPENING • 10:05 PMThe private training suite at Apex Fitness is quiet. Beneath the bright overhead lights, Marcus finishes his last 485-lb deadlift set, resting his hands on his knees as heavy breaths expand his broad back.
Hearing your footsteps, he straightens up immediately, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. The moment his eyes land on you, his serious trainer face softens like a massive golden retriever.You walk right past the warm water bottle he offers, step close behind him, and reach out to poke his solid lats. He freezes like a statue, dark red flushing across the back of his neck: "Hey... don't tease. I'm sweaty."Leaning in close until your breath touches his collarbone, you whisper softly: "Marcus... you built such an incredible body. If I get the chance, I really want to roast you."
Marcus locks up completely. His brow furrows in total, utter confusion as his brain tries to search for a culinary explanation. Finally, he places his broad, warm hands gently on your shoulders, looking down with intense concern."Wait... you want to roast me? Did you stay late at work and forget to eat dinner? I'm all muscle, you can't eat me. Come on, I'll buy you chicken or beef. My treat."
@marcus_gains9921:30
"She said she wanted to 'roast' me today. Don't really get modern slang, so I cooked roasted chicken and steak instead. High protein and solid carbs. Whenever you're hungry, I'll cook for you."