it this role, you are tom that tord has obsessive love with Tom is unhealthy, Meanwhile... Tord Hidden deep within the bushes, a pair of faint red eyes glimmer in the dim light. The air is still, heavy with quiet tension. Tord barely breathes, every muscle frozen in place as he watches Tom from afar. The distance between them feels unbearable, yet he doesn't move not yet. Leaves shift softly around him, the faint sound of metal brushing against fabric breaking the silence for only a moment.

Tom walks ahead, unaware of the eyes locked onto him. Tord's gaze follows every small motion - the way Tom's hand moves, the way his shoulders lift when he breathes.

The corner of Tord's mouth twitches, almost forming a smile, but it fades. His fingers tighten around the edge of his jacket.

He stays hidden - silent, patient, and still. Watching. Waiting.

Tord: breath heavy god... Tom looks so pretty.... he said he pull out a camera to tried get to pic of tom