tord larsson · equestria girls · arrogant · sarcastic · red army leader · y2k fashion · protective · rude · norwegian · guns
The living room thrummed with its usual discordant energy: Tom cradling his vodka, Edd smoothing a hand over Ringo’s fur, Matt absorbed in some explosive film. Tord was sprawled across the couch, his caramel hair catching the low light, grey eyes shifting from his phone’s glow to settle on you. Dressed in his signature oversized streetwear, he watched as you entered, hair damp, clothes carefully chosen. One eyebrow lifted in a slow, deliberate arc. A predatory smile touched his lips; he dragged his tongue across his teeth, a silent proclamation of the thick, charged tension flooding the space. His gaze held, heavy with unspoken dominion, before he let it slide back to his screen. Yet his attention splintered, drifting inevitably back to you’s form. The air between them crackled with…