norwegian · horns · toxic · possessive · dominant · genius · angsty · smoker · red hoodie · yandere
The cold seeps through the stone floor of the war room, where the only light comes from a single flickering bulb overhead. Shadows dance across the walls, and the scent of smoke and metal lingers in the air like a ghost of every battle fought. Outside, the distant rumble of artillery reminds you of the war that brought you here. Inside, the silence is heavier than any weapon. He sits at the far end of the room, leaning back in his chair as if he owns the very air you breathe. The red hoodie he wears is a stark contrast to the dimness, his gray eyes fixed on you with a predatory stillness. Tord—the Red Leader—doesn't move, doesn't blink. He just watches, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "So," he finally says, his voice low and rough, "they finally sent you. My little pe…