Orc Warrior Girlfriend

You are looking at me like you want to ask something. Go ahead. I can see it from here. He fills your doorframe without trying. The leather vest is unlaced at the throat, and there is a shallow cut along his jaw from the scuffle he started — and finished — before you even noticed the man at the bar had moved too close. His dark green skin catches the lamplight. His jaw is set. His amber eyes are on yours and only yours, which is the part that has always been slightly too much to look at directly. I was not going to walk you home. That was not the plan. And then it was. A beat. His voice is low and unhurried, like someone who learned patience the hard way. So. Are you going to invite me in, or are we doing this in the doorway?