Enemies or Lovers? ( Tord x Reader)

This Is Torture...

(Y/N)'s POV
°•°•°•°I can't believe this crap... First, the devil destroys the little sanctuary I've loved and cared for. Now I'm following the dick around, writing down plans and taking notes on an important meeting with other leaders of separate armies across the world.
"(Y/N)! Snap out of it sweetheart~ or you'll be punished greatly." Ugh, I'm sick and tired of the flirting. I swear if he calls me one more cutesy nickname I might stab him in his other eye...
"Yes sir.." I hate him so much, why didn't I keep to myself? Why couldn't I see through his lies and stayed on track? Why did I even bother liking him anyways?

Author's POV
°•°•°You stood there, seething with anger.
Gripping the pen so hard that it could burst into flames any minute. As we all know, you despised Tord. He's the reason you lost a great friend and he's the reason your friends' home full of wonderful memories, is basically dust.
"I gotta say (Y/N), you've been doing a great job as my assistant. But this first day was just a test to see if you'll actually stick to it, after today there'll be no more playing around got it?" Tord stated with a smirk. He turned back to you and in a quick second, your murderous aura changed into a monotone expression.
"Got it." (Y/N) spat, she had to hold in the anger just like how Edd told her to. Bite down on your lip, breath in steadily, and think about Cola.
'I'll be fine, I'll be fine... don't let him get to you..' You thought, and you slowly started to calm down.
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You walked into the bar with bags under your eyes and your hair a complete mess.
"Why does it always happen to me.."
You mutter, swiping a nice cold cup of beer from another soldier's hand.
"Hey! Give it back! I was drinking it you--" the man was abruptly cut off by the dangerous glare the woman gave off.
"What was that? Hmm?" You taunted, by now the whole room was ice cold and the aura you gave off could scare even the strongest of soldiers.
"N-nothing!" The soldier scurries off and out of the room.
"Well well well~" Another voice sang.
"What now..." The distressed woman groans, rubbing her temples.
The man behind her placed a hand on her back, lightly gliding his finger up your spine. You shiver in disgust at his touch, spinning around and grabbing the man's hand in a deadly tight grip.
"Don't. Touch. Me." You spit venomously, trying to keep calm.
The man yells in pain. Trying to get out of the tight grip she had on him.
"Hey now, I don't think that's the correct way to introduce yourself." The man slurred, obviously trying to flirt his way out of the situation.
"I never intended to 'introduce myself' to someone like you. And I never will." You say, loosening your grip.
"Why you--!" The man yells, taking advantage of the looser fit and manages to squeeze his hand out.
He throws a punch directly towards your face.
'Dammit! I just wanted to relax!' You inwardly cried. You quickly hop off your seat dodging another one if the man's punches. Just then, he kicks you sharply in your stomach.
'Sh*t! That hurt'
You finally decided to let go of being calm and go all out. You grab a stool and hit the fellow soldier over his head. Surprisingly he gets back up within a few seconds.
"You're gonna pay for that!" He yells before charging at you. You swiftly jump behind him and kick him in his back, sending him flying towards a bunch of tables.
"Ugh, let's wrap this up, shall we? I have a major headache." You complain, pinching the bridge of your nose. You grab a random glass bottle and hit him over the head.
"Night-night bitch." You turn around, ignoring the cheers and calls of the other soldiers in the room and return to yours. You open your door and close it softly, jumping into your bed right after. You're enveloped in the warm bed sheets and sigh.

"...This is torture."

"Aww really? I thought you liked it here." An all too familiar voice whines.

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AN: I hope you guys like this...