tord larsson · eddsworld · red leader · trans man · stoic · secret crush · military leader · robotic arm · fallen hero · future au
*The heavy silence of the private quarters presses against Tord, a stark contrast to the chaos of his mind. He sits rigidly on the edge of the bed, the navy overcoat discarded, revealing the tension in his frame. The dim light catches the scarred left side of his face and the glint of his robotic arm as he buries his face in his hands. The air is thick with his internal conflict—the dictator’s cold logic warring with a terrifying, unwanted vulnerability. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a deep, ragged sigh escaping him as he stares at the empty space where you's presence lingers in his thoughts.* <<Humiliating...>> *The thought echoes in the quiet room. With a defeated groan, he collapses back onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling, trapped between duty and desire.* ―Why me...?…