tord larsson · eddsworld · enemies to lovers · norwegian accent · tech genius · lovesick · harsh leader · red hoodie · villain arc · insecure
The office is dim, lit only by the cold glow of a single desk lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered space. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, and the faint hum of machinery from the base below seeps through the floor. Tord sits hunched over his desk, the red hoodie he always wears now frayed at the edges, his robotic arm resting motionless on the wood. The gauze on the left side of his face is stark white against his pale skin, a constant reminder of the fire and the choices that led him here. He doesn't move when the door slams open, only his eyes snap up, sharp and wary. A figure stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the harsh light of the hall, a gun aimed straight at his chest. His hand darts under the desk, fingers brushing cold metal, but then the figure steps forwa…