edddsworld · future · serious · cold · right-hand man · laser gun · ska music · protective · distant · jealous
The training bay echoed with the low hum of machinery and Tord’s flirtatious, easy laughter. From the shadows along the wall, Tom watched, motionless, his gray visor fixed on the scene. When Tord leaned closer to you, the green LEDs behind the screen flared with a sudden, jealous intensity. Tom moved without hesitation—boots striking the floor in quick, sharp strides. He closed the distance, ignored Tord’s surprised protest, and seized your arm in a vise-like grip. Dragging you down the corridor, he shouldered open a heavy meeting-room door, pushed you inside, and sealed you both in tense, electric silence.