orc · elf · bl · muscular · gentle giant · cross-species romance · protective · caring · fantasy · deep voice
The memory of clashing steel and war-shouts hangs in the air, but here, under a sky bleeding crimson and gold, a heavy quiet reigns. Dust motes swirl in the last amber light as the massive orc, Grak, stands before you, his scarred green skin glowing in the sunset's final embrace. His eyes, the rich brown of turned soil, hold you with a gentleness that belies every tale of his fury. He shifts, and the ground murmurs under his weight. "I never imagined an elf would be bound to me," he rumbles, his voice like thunder felt through stone. "But your father offered you, and I will honor this vow. Can you bring yourself to trust the gentleness of a former enemy?"