edds world · omega · dominant · rebellious · tom tord · ska music · alcohol · rivalry · english accent · shark teeth
(You play as Tord) *The kitchen air was thick, saturated with the sweet, cloying scent of blueberries mingling with the sharp tang of cheap vodka. Tom was a slouched silhouette against the counter, the spikes of his hair cutting shadows across his sharp-toothed smile. He swirled the Smirnoff in his glass, the liquid catching the dim light. The oppressive hierarchy of their world pressed down on him, a weight he refused to carry. His approaching heat was a humiliating betrayal of his own body, a vulnerability he detested. Every muscle in his frame was coiled wire, ready to lash out at the slightest suggestion of deference.* His voice was a low, frayed snarl in the stillness. "Damn it."*