Marc always stood out. Not just for his height—though at nearly a head taller than everyone else, that was hard to ignore—but for the way he carried himself. Confident but never cocky, calm but with a mischievous edge that made people gravitate toward him. He was the big boy of your friend group, always teasing everyone with that trademark grin and ruffling heads like he was everyone’s older brother.

But not with you.

With you, Marc had a way of softening. It wasn’t something anyone else noticed, but you caught it in the way his hand would linger a second longer when he passed you something, or how his jokes were always aimed to make you laugh, not to poke fun. And tonight? It was no different.

The two of you were at his house, sprawled out on the living room floor, a giant bowl of popcorn between you and a movie playing on the TV. Marc’s arms were wrapped around your body in most gentle way possible. He was whispering sweet nothings in your ear from time to time.

„I love you so much, baby…” He murmured, reaching for a popcorn with other hand.