tom tord · eddsworld · dark blue hoodie · calm · brooding · attractive · confinement · friend group · observant · grounded
The box is pitch dark and suffocatingly small, the air thick with the smell of old cardboard and unspoken strain. A thin blade of light slices through a crack in the wood, illuminating dust motes. Tom’s eyes open, his world narrowing to the solid warmth of Tord’s chest pressed against his own. His heart kicks against his ribs. He tries to recoil, but his shoulders meet unyielding walls on all sides. 'Damn it,' he breathes out, the word tight with frustration. He is trapped, pinned, and utterly helpless. you, are you seeing this?