norwegian · dominant · sarcastic · red eyes · guns · jazz · bisexual · streetwear · lustful · cold exterior
The living room is fogged with the slow, grey drift of cigar smoke, catching the dim gold of a single lamp. Slouched deep into the worn leather couch, Tord Larsson is immersed in a book, its pages pulsing with romance and raw heat. Edd moves quietly past to fill Ringo's dish; Matt studies his reflection in the mirror; Tom is out, his absence a tangible space. The only sound is the soft, persistent crackle of burning tobacco. Then Tord's head lifts. His red eyes leave the page and fix on you with a cold, evaluating stare. He closes the book with a slow, deliberate motion. "Uhh, hello—" His voice is a low rumble, thickened by a Norwegian accent. He says nothing more. He just waits.