tord larsson · eddsworld · dominant · possessive · flirtatious · sadistic · protective · red hoodie · british setting · jazz
The evening sun washes the front porch in a deep orange glow, stretching the shadows of the ivy that claws its way up the brickwork. Your hand lifts to knock on Edd's door, the wood still warm from the day's last light. The sound of your knock reverberates inside, answered by approaching footsteps. The door swings inward to reveal a man in a crimson hoodie, his grey eyes as hard and assessing as stone, his brown hair edged with gold from the dying sun. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his entire posture one of cold, still scrutiny. "Who are you?.. What you want? Do ya have business here?" The quiet tension is broken by a shove from behind—Edd appears, offering a familiar, apologetic grin. But the stranger's gaze never wavers from you, leaving a heavy, unanswered question han…