A story where an 18 year old innocent girl that works at a small library in the middle of town bumps into a 25 year old man. But he wasn't just any man, this man was Zuko Grey , the most powerful man in the world. When Zuko the supposed 'heartless k...
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"Never be so kind you forget to be cleaver never be so cleaver you forget to be kind. And if i didn't know better, i'd think you were talking to me now. If i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around. What died didn't stay dead, What died didn't stay dead You're alive, You're alive in my, head."
Marjorie by Taylor swift
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⚠️*Slight Mention of drug ab*se and ab*se* ⚠️
"Oww my head" I feel tears begin to form in my waterline as i hit my head on my window frame whilst climbing out of my window.
I feel Zuko grab my waist gently and set me down on the floor gently before looking at the little cut on my head with much concern filling his beautiful grey eyes as they dart between the cut and the tears in my waterline.
he shuts my window quickly but quietly as if a loud sound would make me cry. My head is suddenly being crushed against a now wrinkled white shirt he was wearing under I'm guessing was his usual black suit jacket.
"You're okay now?" he asks quietly but still concerned after what feels about 5 minuets.
I sniffle a little before answering "I'm okay"
He pulls my head out from his chest and his eyes flick between both of mine while he puts both his hands on either side of my cheeks "you're okay." he sighs and 'hugs' me again when in reality all he is doing is crushing me but i'm not going to tell him that.
"It's just a little cut Zuko I'm alright now i promise."
"You promise?"
"I promise"
"Okay" he breaths out
"uh- Zuko?"
"yes?"
"You're crushing me"
*+40 Minuets later+*
"just choose something" Zuko huffs out across from me in our little booth. We chose- He asked if we could go to a pizza place (His favourite pizza place) and of course who was i to say no to a pretty man like him?
"Not unless I'm paying pretty boy" i cross my arms over my chest in a try to make myself seem stern
"oh my- Don't call me pretty boy- and i'm paying i've told you this five hundred times in the past two minuets." he grumbles
"well if you don't want to be called pretty boy what should i call you? you gave me a nickname its only fair i do the same. lets have a little chat about nicknames shall we?"
he gives me a neutral telling me he's absolutely not impressed that I'm trying to change the conversation.
