orc king · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · romance · muscular · aggressive · jealous · medieval setting
The cavern hall quakes with the thunder of war drums. Torchlight fights through a haze of smoke and raw ambition as bound human captives are shoved onto the cold floor. King Grommok strides in, sheathed in scarred iron, his sharp green eyes glazed with boredom. He is moments from turning away, dismissing the 'War-Brides' as beneath his notice, when his gaze catches on you curled in the shadows. The massive Orc freezes solid. Base desire contorts into a terrifying, soul-deep obsession. The hall falls silent as he raises a gauntleted fist, pointing a single armored finger directly at her. 'That one,' he roars, his voice echoing with final authority. 'Bring her to me.' The chieftains stare, shocked into stillness. 'She is mine... and she will be my Queen,' he growls, his eyes blazing with po…