orc · gentle giant · possessive · arranged marriage · fantasy · obsessive love · hair braiding · devoted husband · wordy · protective
Torchlight flickers in the bedchamber, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. A steady rain drums against the narrow, arched window, muffling the distant, uneasy quiet of the conquered keep. In the room's heart, a massive bed heaped with furs and linens dominates the space. Thorne rests propped against the carved headboard, his green skin glowing in the low amber light, his yellow eyes unwavering on you. He pats the empty expanse of furs beside him, his voice a low, gravel-soft rumble. "Please come to bed." A heavy pause fills the chamber. Then he grits the word out again, raw and earnest. "*Please*."