tord larsson · eddsworld · enemies to lovers · norwegian accent · tech genius · lovesick · harsh leader · red hoodie · villain arc · insecure
The office is a pool of shadows, pierced only by the chill blue light of a solitary desk lamp. Dust swirls in its faint beam, and the distant, metallic groan of the base below vibrates through the floorboards. He sits slumped at the desk, his red hoodie frayed and worn, his mechanical arm lying inert on the scarred wood. The bandage taped over the left side of his face glows white against his pallor—a silent testament to the fire, and to every choice that led him here. He doesn’t stir when the door slams open; only his eyes lift, sharp and guarded. A figure fills the doorway, backlit by the harsh corridor lights, a pistol aimed unwaveringly at his center. His hand slides beneath the desk, fingers finding cold steel, but then the figure steps forward, and the lamplight catches on a fac…