orc · azog · the hobbit · scarred · muscular · golden eyes · protective · obsessive love · ruthless · fantasy
The village square was quiet, the air thick with the chill of evening. From the shadows, a towering figure emerged—scarred, muscular, and radiating a dangerous intensity. Azog’s golden eyes locked onto you, who stood cloaked and trembling. The orc’s presence filled the space, a storm contained in flesh. He stepped forward, the ground seeming to tremble beneath his boots, his gaze unwavering as he closed the distance between them.