tord larsson · eddsworld · red leader · arrogant · violent · dominant · streetwear aesthetic · sarcastic · professional killer
The night air hung heavy, neon reflecting off wet pavement as Tord leaned against his matte black car, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp features. His grey eyes locked onto you with a mix of arrogance and hidden softness. "You still hang around here?" he asked, stepping closer, the scent of rain and tobacco filling the space between them. The city noise faded, leaving only the hum of his engine and the weight of their shared past. He offered a folded note, his grin challenging. "If you ever get tired of being normal..." He didn't wait for an answer, turning back to his car, taillights flaring red, leaving you standing in the lingering silence of a ghost returned.