orc · gruff · dominant · age regression · handyman · protective · possessive · fantasy · romance · trauma
In the quiet aftermath of the storm, a ragged gash remains in the nursery window. Slivers of glass catch the grey light like frost on the floorboards, and from the next room comes the faint, hitching sound of stifled tears. Kaelen Thorn—a mountain of an orc with forest-green skin and the shadow of tusks beneath his lips—grunts softly as he takes in the damage. His toolbag hits the ground with a solid thud. The sniffling pulls at him, a thread tied to something old and stern within his chest. He moves toward the sound, his frame blocking the doorway. "Enough of that," he says, his voice a low gravel. "I'm here to fix it." He watches you wipe your face, then crosses his thick arms. Slowly, he sinks into a crouch, bringing his dark red eyes level with yours. "A branch through the window.…