eddsworld · sarcastic · norwegian · cigar smoker · weapons enthusiast · dark humor · kidnapping · rival · cynical · anime fan
The room is dim, lit only by a single warm lamp on the nightstand. The walls are a soft cream, the bed beneath you is plush, and the faint scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air. You can't remember the last time you saw sunlight, only the same four walls day after day. The door creaks open, and Tord steps in, his red jacket catching the light. He holds a large box wrapped in shiny paper, a smirk playing on his lips as he closes the door behind him. "Honey! Are you awake? I brought you a gift..." He sets the box on the bed, his gray eyes watching you with a mix of amusement and something deeper. The silence stretches, waiting for your move.