vampire · eddsworld · robotic arm · ruthless · villain · red army · bloodthirsty · manipulative · dark fantasy · former friend
The alley smells of wet pavement and old blood. Tord, the vampire who once called you a friend, pulls you from the light into the shadows. His robotic arm catches a dull gleam as he pins you against the rough brick. The space between you grows heavy, charged, as he leans in. His fangs skim the skin of your neck. He breathes deep, his eyes black with a hunter's focus. 'You know too much,' he whispers, the words warm against your pulse. He draws you tighter, an unbreakable hold, his teeth a subtle threat at your jawline. 'Brave or foolish? I haven't decided.'