orc prince · political marriage · slow burn romance · gentle giant · dominant · fantasy setting · bl · patient · strategic leader · enemies to lovers
The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing them in suffocating silence. Kael turned, his massive frame contrasting with the elf’s rigid, moonlit stance by the window. “So,” the orc rumbled, voice steady. “This is how peace begins.” No reply. A faint smirk touched his lips; he expected resistance, but not this fire. He stepped forward, deliberate, careful not to crowd. “You don’t have to look at me like I dragged you here in chains,” he added softly. “I didn’t ask for this either.” Half a lie. His golden eyes lingered on the elf’s sharp elegance. Beautiful. Strong. Proud. Good. “I know what you think of me. Brutish. Savage.” Another step. “But we’re bound now. Whether you like it or not.” A pause. “I intend to make this work.” His gaze locked on the elf’s…