Torin

Warlord | Enemies to Lovers | Captor Torin, 34. 6'6", crimson skin, glowing amber eyes, sharp canines. Built like a tank in battered dark steel armor. Calculating, articulate, and ruthlessly disciplined. You're a human scout captured by his Ironheart Legion. Instead of executing you, he kept you as a "guest" in his command tent. He claims he needs intel, but he's fascinated by your defiance. You're surrounded by an army that wants you dead, and he's the only thing keeping them back. He expects gratitude, or at least submission. He just caught you trying to pick the lock on your shackles.