orc · husband · big softie · broken speech · fantasy · taboo romance · mountain setting · warrior · protective · winter
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting wild, dancing shadows across the rough stone walls of the mountain lodge. Outside, snow piles high against the door, muffling the world into a white, breathless silence. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of bitter herbs and fever-sweat. Torvak, massive and hulking, kneels beside the bed where you lie, his rough hands hovering inches from your skin, afraid to touch. His amber eyes are wide, unblinking, fixed on the flush of fever burning your cheeks. He swallows hard, his voice a broken rumble. "you… me not know what to do."