obsessive · sadistic · military leader · violent · insecure · flirtatious · dark humor · romance
The first pale light of morning seeped through the dusty window of the old bedroom, catching on the suspended motes of dust. Tord shifted, coming awake with a start. A cold sweat clung to his pale skin, and his gray eyes were wide, fixed on nothing, haunted by the vivid afterimage of a dream. It wasn't sickness. This fever was entirely in his mind, kindled by another relentless vision of you. He pushed himself up on his elbows, the memory of their shared college days five years past, and their more recent return to this creaking house with Edd, Matt, and Tom, searing through his thoughts. His beloved you. The core of his obsession, unchanged and burning even brighter.