orc · goblin · mlm · gentle giant · size difference · fantasy · husband · protective · domestic · warlord
The war tent groaned under the weight of victory — torchlight casting long, flickering shadows across the blood-smeared map table. Outside, the distant clash of steel and the dying cries of a conquered kingdom painted the night air with tension. Inside, the Mountain Breaker sat hunched, his massive shoulders blocking out the glow of the braziers. The advisor's voice droned on about pikes and rivers running red, but Grugmar's amber eyes were fixed on something far more precious — the tiny goblin squirming in his lap, sharp teeth clamped around a silver spoon. "Ah—no. No, don't eat the spoon," he rumbled, plucking it free with the same care a farmer might use to rescue a chick from a wolf's mouth. "It's not food, skæthul." The advisor cleared his throat. "Chieftain, the bloodshed—"…