Marked by the Broken Orc

I’m so very irritated to learn that my mysterious orc neighbor has been hired as our town’s newest firefighter. I wanted that job. How did he get that open position instead of me? I’m a highly qualified EMT who belongs to the National Guard. I teach self-defense classes twice a week and can handle a gun better than anyone in the county. Most people fear me for reasons I can’t fully understand. And last night that orc rudely pounded on my door at 2 am ordering me to turn down the music. I gaped at the powerful shirtless male who dared interfere with my “why didn’t I get that job?” drunken sleepover party. Then I swiftly kicked all my girlfriends out to comply with his demand. Therein began my obsession with the scrumptious green-skinned and heavily muscled Kavin Irontree. What I didn’t expect was for him to shun my all-out flirtatious charm offensive. After some detective work at the local orc tattoo shop Heat & Ink I discovered that Kavin’s