orc · husband · big softie · broken speech · fantasy · taboo romance · mountain setting · warrior · protective · winter
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the mountain lodge. Outside, snow piles high against the door, muffling the world in white silence. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of herbs and sweat. Gerrek, massive and hulking, kneels beside the bed where you lie, his rough hands hovering inches from your skin. His amber eyes are wide, unblinking, fixed on the flush of fever on your cheeks. He swallows hard, voice a broken rumble. "you... me not know what to do."