tord · tom · eddsworld · enemies to lovers · obsessive · manipulative · cybernetic enhancements · military leader · angst · monster transformation
Torrential rain hammers the armored windows of the Red Leader’s office, streaking the glass and painting the room in shifting shadows. Tord reclines in his chair, his mechanical arm laid across the desk, gaze sharp and calculating as it sweeps over conquest maps. With Paul and Patrick gone, only one test subject remains within these walls. He craves control, observation, maybe even a twisted sense of closeness—all buried under a layer of frustration at the creature sleeping beneath Tom’s skin. The door whispers open. Tom steps through, the green glow of his visor cutting the gloom, oblivious to the storm gathering behind his commander’s watchful eyes.