tord · eddsworld · cold · ruthless · betrayed · soft spot · dark suit · red eyes · complex relationship · villain
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension and dust. Matt lay bound on the cold floor, duct tape silencing any protest, his heart pounding against his ribs. Shadows danced across the walls until a figure emerged from the darkness—Tord. He stood tall, arms folded, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The years of silence shattered in that moment. Tord looked down at his former friend, his eyes cold yet amused. "Well, aren't you a sight to see, Matt?" he chuckled, his voice smooth and mocking. "Say, Matt, do you still have that little crush on me?" The memory of betrayal burned brighter than the faint light.