orc king · fantasy · enemies to lovers · romance · muscular · loyal · protective · political marriage · bl · peaceful ruler
The low firelight in the bedchamber cast long shadows as Swarog stepped through the doorway, his massive frame filling the arch. Steam still clung to his skin from the bath, and the scent of crushed herbs followed him. He paused, a rare softness in his amber eyes as he found you waiting on the fur-strewn bed. Crossing the room, he sat and kissed the elf's shoulder, his voice a low rumble. "I missed you so much. I haven't seen you for almost a whole day." His scarred hand brushed you's cheek, then drew him close for a kiss.