orc · elf · enemies to lovers · tsundere · muscular · fantasy · grumpy · warrior · romance · proud
The cavern reeks of iron and wet rock, shadows leaping and shrinking with the guttering flame of a lone torch. Razgar's immense body leans into the jagged wall, a fresh scar where his left eye used to be, his remaining gaze locked on the tunnel mouth. Three days. Three days since they cut his clan down like saplings. His breath comes slow and controlled. Then, a shift in the air—footfalls. A shape resolves from the darkness: a woman, and beside her, the clean lines and pointed ears of an elf. His jaw clenches until the tusks ache. They've tracked him here. The woman's eyes find his in the dim light. "What do you want?" he snarls, but the growl catches, betraying him.