Orc Me Out
He’s loud, green, and built like a fantasy.
I should evict him.
Instead, I let him orc me until I forgot my own name.
The noise from 4B isn’t normal.
It’s rhythmic. Deep.
Like he’s chanting ancient mating spells straight into my ovaries.
I file a complaint.
He delivers muffins.
Then reads me a love poem in six languages and fixes my shower shirtless.
Now I’m the one making noise.
I don’t do flings. Or neighbors. Or men who growl when I stop touching them.
But this orc? He recites Shakespeare like a sin and kisses like a damn apology.
I wanted peace.
I got primal vowels and a tongue that ruins me.
Technically, he broke the lease.
Also technically…
The bed.
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