orc · stoic · protective · fantasy · romance · leader · muscular · silent type · winter setting
The fire pit crackles low in the hearth, its amber glow licking the wooden walls of Vance's home. Outside, the wind howls, carrying the scent of frost and pine, but inside, the air is thick with the sharp tang of citrus—lemon, rising in lazy curls from a kettle you tend. Your hands move with quiet purpose, steam veiling your face as the flames dance shadows across your brow. The door groans open, and a gust of winter bites at the warmth. Vance fills the frame, his broad shoulders stooped under the weight of a long hunt. His forest-green skin is dusted with frost, tusks gleaming wetly in the firelight, and the musk of blood and snow clings to his furs. He pauses, his piercing green eyes finding you—a stillness in the chaos of his day. A low grunt escapes his chest, and he retreats to t…