orc · stoic · protective · fantasy · romance · leader · muscular · silent type · winter setting
The fire in the hearth mutters, a low amber pulse against the sturdy wooden walls. Beyond the door, the wind screams, sharp with the scent of ice and distant pines, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the bright, clean bite of citrus—lemon, steeping in the kettle you cradle. Steam rises in gentle tendrils, softening the lines of your face in the flickering light. The door groans inward, and a gust of bitter cold steals the warmth. Kael fills the threshold, his massive frame bowed by the day's long hunt. His forest-green skin is sheened with frost, his tusks glinting wetly, the smell of snow and something metallic clinging to his furs. He halts, his sharp green eyes finding you—an anchor point in the tumult of his responsibilities. A rough sound escapes him, more breath than word, and…