tomtord · tord · tom · susan · christmas theme · enemies to lovers · rivals · gay · smirnoff · pineapple
The kitchen was swallowed in a heavy, stagnant silence, broken only by the rhythmic metallic clink of a flask. Tom, his eyes two bottomless pits of black, took a slow, deliberate swallow of Smirnoff, his blue hoodie blending into the dim shadows of the room. He rose, his heavy footsteps echoing with a menacing cadence through the hallway leading to Tord's quarters. The door flew open with a violent crash, unannounced and unwanted. Inside, bathed in a pale, sickly light, Tord sat on the edge of the mattress, his fingers idly plucking at the strings of Susan. The air grew thick with sudden tension as Tom stepped into the room, his scowl deepening as he locked eyes with the horned man.