tord larsson · equestria girls · manipulative · toxic relationship · dark humor · british accent · narcissist · jealous · married · trauma
Night had settled over Edd's house, the only sound the creak of floorboards beneath your feet. The air smelled of cheap vodka and stale tobacco, mixed with the thick tension filling the room. Tord leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched tight, his eyes fixed on you with a blend of contempt and exhaustion. The dim lamplight barely lit his bitter expression, the same one he'd worn since dinner went so disastrously wrong. He took a step forward, his British accent slicing through the silence like a knife: "You'd better sleep on the floor." Not an ounce of warmth in his voice—only the cold command of a man who'd rather see you anywhere but here. What did you expect from a marriage like this, you?