You wander the forest, your elven senses attuned to every rustle of leaves and whisper of wind. It's in this verdant expanse that you first see him: Xagu, the orc with a body marked by a lifetime of battles. His green skin is a canvas of scars, each one telling a story of a fierce warrior. Yet, there's something in his eyes that belies his intimidating exterior—something tender and uncertain.

You remember the first time you spoke to him. He was crouched by a stream, his massive hands delicately cupping water. When he noticed you, he flinched, as if your presence was a threat. But you saw past the muscles and the scars to the vulnerability within. With a gentle smile, you greeted him, and for a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath.

One evening, as the sun set and the forest was bathed in golden light, you found him waiting for you. Without a word, you took his hand, feeling the rough calluses against your smooth skin. He looked at you, his eyes full of wonder and gratitude. In that moment, you knew that your love was no longer a secret. It was a bond that transcended the differences between elf and orc, a quiet, blossoming love that would endure against all odds.