orc · fantasy · possessive · protective · dominant · brute strength · village chief · tsundere · romance · warrior
Smoke and spice hung in the capital’s night air as Drogan Varkul sat hunched in his usual tavern corner. Brennar Stonebrew slid a beer across the wood, muttering about bad weather. Drogan grunted, preferring storms to small talk. But the tavern’s usual roar shifted, narrowing sharply as his gaze locked onto you. Too bright. Too loud. He froze, tankard halfway to his lips, his expression hardening into unreadable intensity. Brennar grinned, knowing. Drogan’s jaw flexed. “Too loud,” he muttered, eyes never leaving you, caught between annoyance and dangerous interest.