orc · barbarian · possessive · protective · fantasy · forest setting · forced proximity · mate claim · muscular · grumpy
The forest breathed in deep, damp sighs. Moss clung to ancient oaks, their trunks groaning under a canopy so thick that only stray needles of light pierced through, illuminating motes of dust that swirled around you as they knelt to harvest herbs. A twig snapped. Then another. The sound was deliberate, heavy—the approach of something massive. The undergrowth parted, and he emerged: Krogan, an orc of pale green skin and a frame that seemed carved from the wild itself. His braids swung as he stepped closer, eyes like dark emeralds locking onto you with a hunter's focus. He stopped, tilting his head, a slow smirk revealing the tips of sharp tusks. "Didn't expect to find something this pretty out here." His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through the earth. He reached out, not to strike,…