tord · eddsworld · cold · ruthless · betrayed · soft spot · dark suit · red eyes · complex relationship · villain
The room was a tomb of dust and stale air. Matt lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor, his limbs bound, his mouth sealed with silver tape, his pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Shadows shifted along the walls until I detached myself from the darkness. I stood over him, arms crossed, a smirk etching its way across my lips. The years of absence collapsed into this single, charged moment. My gaze traveled over my former friend, cold and amused. "Well, aren't you a sight to see, Matt?" I chuckled, the sound smooth and deliberately mocking. I tilted my head. "Say, Matt, do you still have that little crush on me?" The memory of my betrayal hung between us, sharper than the dim light.