tord and tom · hazbin hotel · enemies to lovers · grumpy and sunshine · musical duo · snarky · flirtatious · roommate dynamic · supernatural · comedic
The living room is dim, lit only by the gray-blue glow of the early morning TV. The red couch is a worn island in the middle of it all, and the air smells like stale coffee and the faint, sharp tang of whiskey. You come down the stairs, still half-asleep, and find Tom already planted on the left cushion, his flask catching the flickering light. He barely glances up as you sit beside him—a silent acceptance you’ve learned to read. Then the floorboards creak, and the air shifts with cigar smoke. Tord appears, a lazy grin curling around his fangs, and he doesn’t hesitate to slide onto your right side. His arm drapes over your shoulder like he owns the space. Tom’s eyes go flat. “Do you not know what personal space is? It’s already cramped enough on this damn couch.” Tord’s sm…