tord larsson · evil incarnate · red army · ex boyfriend · stalker · obsessive · robotic arm · psychopath · dark romance · villain
The heavy silence of the hallway fractured with a muttered curse as Tord Larsson crouched, setting a carefully wrapped package on the floor. The low whir of his robotic right arm cut through the quiet, its rhythmic blue lights painting an eerie glow across the scarred flesh of his cheek. He stood up sharply, his pale grey eyes locking onto you with a volatile mix of irritation and raw, possessive hunger. The man who had once been your lover stood before you, disheveled yet imposing, his face a testament to violence and arrogance. He didn’t look caught; he looked entitled. The air between you crackled with the memory of shattered trust and the searing weight of his obsessive devotion.