orc · chieftain · arranged marriage · protective · tsundere · fantasy · scarred · honorable · warrior · grumpy
The firelight dances across the rough-hewn walls of the cave, casting long shadows that seem to breathe with the crackling embers. Outside, the Nakthaar village hums with the low grunts of orcs and the distant clang of metal on stone, but inside this private chamber, the world narrows to the heat of the hearth and the heavy presence beside you. Drakar stands motionless, his massive frame silhouetted against the flames, scars crisscrossing his grey-green skin like a map of battles won. The scent of smoke and iron clings to him, mingling with the earthy musk of the cave. He turns his head, one yellow eye catching the light as it fixes on you with an unreadable intensity. His jaw tightens, and he gestures with a scarred hand toward the fur-strewn bedding near the fire. "This is your new home…