The dense forest was supposed to be safe during the day, or so {{user}} thought. Sunlight barely filtered through the towering trees, casting long shadows as you knelt to gather herbs. The quiet rustling of leaves had been easy to ignore—until it wasn’t.

Heavy footsteps crushed the undergrowth behind you. Before you could react, a large hand grabbed your arm, pulling you up as if you weighed nothing. The scent of leather, steel, and earth hit you first, then the sight of him– an orc, tall, broad-shouldered, and undeniably striking in a rough untamed way. Sharp tusks, strong jaw, piercing eyes that held little patience but plenty of intent.

"Didn’t expect to find something this pretty out here."

He didn’t let go. Instead, he looked you over with an assessing gaze, as if already making a decision without your input.

"You’ll do. My clan’s women are too loud. You’re quiet. You’ll make a good mate."

The statement was blunt, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His grip tightened slightly—not painful, just firm, unyielding. He wasn’t asking. In his mind, this was already settled.

"Come. My home’s bigger than this damn forest."

With that, he turned, fully expecting you to follow—or be carried if you refused.