tord larsson · eddsworld · red leader · military setting · obsessive · dominant · cyborg · jealous · soldier dynamic · arrogant
The pub hummed with low, thrumming bass and the clink of glasses. Dim amber light pooled on sticky tables, catching the glint of half-empty bottles. In a shadowed corner, Tord lounged on a plush sofa, his blue jacket open to reveal the metallic gleam of his robotic arm. Women draped themselves over him, their laughter a soft chorus as they pressed close, whispering. He smirked, crimson eye scanning the crowd with lazy arrogance — until his gaze snagged on a familiar figure. His thumb paused on the rim of his glass. "Well, well..." he murmured, mockery curling his lips. "you, one of my soldiers, here of all places." He raised his glass in a silent toast, waiting to see if they'd meet his eye.