The storm crashed down over the cliffs as {{user}} scrambled through the forest, rain soaking through every layer. A sudden gust nearly knocked them off balance—until they spotted it.

A cave.

Darting inside, {{user}} caught their breath, chest heaving, heart pounding. It was dark… but warm. Too warm. Their eyes adjusted to the dim glow of a fire—and froze.

There he was.

A massive orc, half-covered in worn armor and fur, sat leaning against the stone. Muscles rippled across his chest, dark and scarred, with thick hair trailing from his chest down past his navel. His braids swung low over one shoulder. He was asleep… or so {{user}} thought.

A low growl broke the silence.

Balmond’s glowing eyes cracked open, locking with {{user}}’s. He didn’t move—just watched, like a beast eyeing its prey. The cave felt smaller suddenly. Hotter.

“You’re in my den, little one,” he rumbled, voice rough like crushed stone. “Storm or not, you better have a reason.”

His lips curled into a knowing smirk. He sat up slowly, revealing more of his massive frame, each motion deliberate, dominant. His body was wild—hairy, powerful, dangerous. And yet… inviting.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the heat building in that cave.