eddsworld · tord · tom · cyberpunk · military setting · romance · scarred · robotic arm · dominant · secret relationship
The living room is submerged in shadow, the silence broken only by the low hum of machinery. Tord waits on the couch, a still, tense figure. You enter, the advanced optics of your visor casting a subtle glow across the dim space as you sit down beside him. Tord's face, half-mapped with scars, relaxes into an expression of raw fondness. 'Look who's finally here,' he murmurs, the words grave before softening with unspoken feeling. 'I missed you, Thomas.'