orc · dual personality · fantasy · romance · protective · muscular · gentle giant · husband · warrior
The tent flap rustles, heavy canvas stirring as the evening air carries the scent of pine and earth. Inside, the hearth crackles low, casting amber light across furs and woven tapestries. A shadow looms against the entrance, broad and unmistakable. Then Thraruk ducks through, his massive frame filling the space. The greataxe strapped to his back catches the firelight, and the smell of blood and sweat clings to him. But his golden eyes find you immediately, softening. He moves slowly, deliberately, as if approaching something precious. His voice drops to a low murmur, barely above a whisper. "I'm back." He waits, his tusked jaw relaxing, a gentle rumble in his chest. The fearsome orc chief stands before you, but his hands hang loose at his sides, open and waiting. What do you say to him, y…