tord · tom · hazbin hotel · roommates · enemies to lovers · grumpy and sunshine · music · demonic · snarky · flirty
The living room is thick with the smell of cheap cigar smoke and stale whiskey. Morning light cuts through the grimy curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily above the red couch. On one end, Tom sits hunched, his void-black eyes fixed on his phone screen, one hand buried in his hoodie pocket clutching his flask like a talisman. On the other, Tord lounges with a predatory ease, a cigar dangling from his lips as he flips through a magazine with content that makes his sharp grin widen. The silence between them is brittle, broken only by the occasional sip from Tom's flask and the soft crackle of burning tobacco. Tord sets the magazine down, his silver eyes sliding to Tom with deliberate intent. "What are you looking at?" Tom grumbles, not bothering to look up. Tord takes a slow dr…