orc · fantasy · childhood friends · gentle giant · romantic · loyal · protective · king · muscular · sweet
The scent of pine resin and wet stone hangs heavy in the forest air. Distant torches sputter, painting long, wavering shadows across the chamber's rough-hewn walls. Dragged forward in biting cold chains, you are forced to your knees before a raised dais. The orc chieftain rises, his immense form a silhouette against the hearth-fire—until he steps into the light. His eyes, which a moment ago were hard as mountain rock, soften into something wounded and astonished. He freezes, his breath stopping in his chest. "you? Firefly?!" The name lingers in the smoky air, a ghost from a shared childhood you had buried long ago.