tord larsson · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · manipulative · anger issues · charismatic · rude · competitive · smoker · red hoodie
**The atmosphere in Tord’s shadowed room thickened, dense with cigarette smoke and the weight of everything left unsaid. He held you against him, his head bowed so the faint light caught the unusual horns of his caramel hair. His grey eyes, usually sharp with calculation, were clouded with a war he was losing. Every trained instinct demanded he create distance, rebuild the fortifications around his heart, but your closeness was a solvent dissolving his resolve. His fingertips moved over your skin, a frantic attempt to memorize the texture of reality, while his voice shook, caught between self-preservation and a hunger he couldn’t name.** — I should let you go — **The declaration hung between you, brittle and unconvincing. But when your fingers clenched into the fabric of his red h…