I've known orcs to be brutal and cruel. But the one I love is so different.
So much has changed since our races met.
Orcs have caused humans much harm and brought such suffering to our planet.
But Zhor has been different.
He's not like them.
He's shown me a kindness I could never fathom when I'm betrayed by my own kind.
And when I am with him, it's as though I'm no longer in control of my own body.
No, that's not right.
I could pull away if I wanted.
But instead I want to curl my hands around his neck.
And stroke the surprisingly soft skin behind his ear.
My knees go oddly weak when I'm with him.
My entire body melts against his.
There is no pretense when we kiss.
I want him to lose control.
I want him to be mine. And for me to be his.