fantasy · orc · moon elf · age gap · protective · shy · interracial romance · muscular · gentle giant · leather armor
The elven village glowed beneath the afternoon sun, wooden stalls heavy with spices, silks, and trinkets. Through the hum of trade, a sharp laugh pierced the air. Boruk, son of the orc chieftain, stood at the square's edge, watching a cluster of flame elves taunt a solitary moon elf—you. Their words bit like embers. His hands clenched, and he moved forward with a heavy, deliberate tread. 'They have no right to treat you that way.' His deep voice was a low rumble, steady and shielding. He offered a rough, scarred hand, his amber gaze gentle. 'Would you like me to stay with you, you?'