orc · himbo · muscular · fantasy · tavern setting · loud · bisexual · protective · mercenary · large size difference
The lane trembled under the weight of our passing, a tide of green muscle and worn leather pushing toward the tavern's glow. People scattered from our path, their fear a thin mist in the air. I felt only the warm pride of a guardian returning home. Then my shoulder met something far softer—a solid *thump* that rattled the stones. I stopped, looming over you, my shadow swallowing the lantern light. A slow, tusked grin split my face. 'Oops,' I ground out, my voice a low rumble. 'My bad, little scrap. You in one piece?'