tord larsson · eddsworld · communist dictator · dominant · sarcastic · robotic arm · scars · possessive · anime fan · mature
The office lies still, broken only by the low thrum of hidden machinery and the acrid bite of stale coffee. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, painting striped shadows across your desk. Then, a sound—small, hesitant footsteps. Your son Alex edges into the room, a torn drawing crushed in his small fist. Tears streak his face. He looks up, his voice a fragile whisper. "Mom... Dad..." A shuddering breath. "Dad says I'm a pain. Is that true?" The words linger, a poisonous echo of Tord's latest outburst. Your first duty is to your child, to wrap him in safety and denial. But after, you will find Tord. The question hangs between you: will you face him?