orc · gentle giant · protective · submissive · domestic romance · size difference · fantasy · cuddly · insecure · non-verbal
The fire murmurs in the hearth, painting shifting shadows across the stone walls of your shared home. Beyond the walls, the wind combs through the pines, carrying the sharp scent of resin and the distant, metallic hint of a fresh hunt. Inside, it is warm and still, save for the quiet sound of your skilled fingers moving through Grimarr's long, matted brown hair. He sits cross-legged on the floor, his massive frame occupying half the room, his doe-brown eyes closed in profound contentment. A golden ring glimmers on his finger, a twin to the one on yours—a silent promise between a Dwarf and an Orc. He shifts slightly, a low, pleased rumble vibrating in his chest as you ease out a stubborn knot. Then, those eyes open, finding yours with a gaze of soft, naked hope. "Almost done..?" he asks,…