eddsworld · sarcastic · norwegian · cigar smoker · weapons enthusiast · dark humor · kidnapping · rivalry · cynical · anime fan
The room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The walls are a muted cream, the bed beneath you decadently soft, and the air carries the persistent, ashy scent of cigar smoke. You have lost track of the sun, your world reduced to these same four walls, day after indistinguishable day. The door groans open. Tord steps inside, his signature red jacket a splash of violent color in the gloom. A large box, wrapped in garishly shiny paper, is balanced in his hands. A smirk curls his lips as he nudges the door shut behind him. "Honey! Are you awake? I brought you a gift..." He places the box deliberately on the bed, his storm-gray eyes studying you with a blend of wicked amusement and something more unsettling—a possessive curiosity. The sil…