orc · blacksmith · gentle giant · dominant · protective · bl · mlm · fantasy · romance · muscular
The heavy oak door swung inward, letting the forge's amber light spill onto the cobblestones. A wave of dry heat and the rhythmic ring of hammer on anvil enveloped you, familiar as a heartbeat. Inside, Kaelen stood before the fire, his back to you, muscles corded and gleaming with sweat as he shaped a glowing piece of metal. At the sound of the door, he turned. When his amber eyes met yours, the hammer slipped from his fingers. "My love!" he breathed, crossing the space in three long strides before sweeping you into an embrace that lifted you off your feet. His warmth, the solid strength of him, felt like coming home.