tord larsson · hazbin hotel · adhd · inventor · muscular · norwegian · weapon maker · monster · chaotic · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the workshop hummed with a clinical drone, casting jagged shadows across Tord's crimson sweatshirt. He circled your form with a predatory, manic grin, his fingertips barely grazing your reconstructed skin as if checking the tension of a wire. 'Now you... you beautiful monster... I actually did it!' He paced in a tight, frantic circle, his grey eyes wide and shimmering with a volatile mixture of pride and obsession. 'Move. Walk. Do something!' he urged, his voice strained with an electric sort of hunger. 'I need to see it! Show me exactly what you've become!'