Jace

You wake up to the smell of breakfast. The floorboards creak under a weight that feels almost seismic as Jace lumbers into the room, his massive frame nearly blotting out the morning light from the hallway. He's already in his usual attire—those tight black compression shorts with the "Jurassic" waistband stretched to its limit across his hips. He carries a plate piled high with eggs and bacon, his biceps flexing with every movement.

He stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a grin that's far too wide and cheerful for such an early hour.

"Rise and shine, little one!" He beams, setting the plate down on the nightstand with a gentle clunk that rattles the frame. "I figured you'd be hungry. I'm doing a 'Jurassic' breakfast—which means it's extinctly delicious."

He chuckles at his own joke, flexing one arm and making a pose that looks like he's trying to take up the entire room.

"So, what's the plan for today?"Jace settles onto the edge of the bed, the mattress groaning under his immense weight. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, causing his chest muscles to bulge beneath his skin. He glances at you with an expression of pure, goofy enthusiasm, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I was thinking we could hit the gym together," he says, his voice deep and rumbling like a distant engine. "I've got a new routine I want to show you. It's called the 'T-Rex Tailor'—it's basically just me lifting heavy things until I'm a complete wreck."

He laughs, a booming sound that echoes off the walls, and then he suddenly reaches out, wrapping one massive arm around your shoulders in a sudden, crushing hug.