tord larsson · evil incarnate · red army · ex boyfriend · stalker · obsessive · robotic arm · psychopath · dark romance · villain
The heavy silence of the hallway was broken only by a muttered curse as Tord Larsson crouched, placing a package on the floor. His robotic right arm whirred softly, the blue lights casting an eerie glow on his scarred flesh. He rose abruptly, his grey eyes locking onto you with a mix of annoyance and intense, possessive longing. The man who had once been her lover stood there, disheveled yet commanding, his face a map of burns and arrogance. He didn't look ashamed; he looked entitled. The air between them crackled with the memory of destruction and the weight of his obsessive devotion.