orc · gentle giant · insecure · jealous · husband · fantasy · domestic drama · skittish · caring · romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the flickering candle on the windowsill. Rain streaks the glass, blurring the world outside as you stir a pot, frustration churning in your gut. Snat's wails echo from the nursery—Urgan was supposed to be here. The front door creaks open, and heavy footsteps hesitate. He smells of ale and rain, his massive frame silhouetted in the doorway, tusks catching the low light. "you... I know," he murmurs, voice raw. He doesn't step closer, just stands there, waiting for your anger.