Swipe Right On Green
I swiped right on what I thought was really committed cosplay.
Then a six-foot-nine sage-green Orc in wire-rimmed glasses and an argyle sweater vest ducked through the bar door, apologized for being seventeen minutes late, and recalculated my entire personality in one nervous amber-eyed stare.
He ordered a pink cosmopolitan because he liked the color.
I ordered him to sit down and stop apologizing for existing.
Now I’m the idiot who grabbed his wrist, let him growl against my throat in a stairwell, and woke up wrapped in every blanket I own like I’d been professionally tucked by a very large, very anxious actuary.
He thinks he’s too much.
I think he’s exactly the right amount of monster.
And the way he just stood up in my partners’ meeting, shirtless under that suit in my head, and told them the variance was fine while feeding me the second-tray croissant?
Yeah. I’m keeping the Orc.
He’s never getting rid of me.
Read on for dating-app monster romcom, massive size-difference spice, anxious cinnamon-roll Orc turned unapologetic green daddy, spreadsheet nerds falling hard, and a human accountant who finally meets a risk she’s willing to take. HEA guaranteed!
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