The lost one. Tord X reader.

Chapter Twenty three

//Tord's pov.//

When Tord was all done smiling to himself in the car, he kept an eye on you. He would look over at your back that leaned against the door and think, looks like the girl is still flustered, he thought, grinning to himself — blushing despite him not knowing it.

He took a cigar from the inside of his coat, lit it with the lighter he had in his pocket and enjoyed the intoxicated smoke.

His mind drift to Emily.

Emily Fallen. A soldier. She fights, she follows orders, just another ordinary soldier.

Then why does it feel like something is wrong with her?

Today, not to long ago actually, Tord told Emily and Addie Fallen that he would be driving himself. The feeling Emily gave him. The uneasy mix that filled him at that moment when he saw her. Hell no. Tord thought. She's been here forever. Why is it just now that I feel...? Tord didn't know what to do about Emily.

Kill her? He had a whole list in his head of people he really wanted dead. Emily wasn't one of them. Though Addie, her sister, was on the list.

Only because she was annoying.

Even Jay was on there for stealing his colour scheme.

Though, he can't kill him. That's Lee's friend, and Lee is pretty close to a friend with Tord.

Tord continued to debate in his head. Kill her? Or don't kill her?

He inhaled the thick smoke, holding it in and finally breathing out.

Tord would not feel the slightest of bad. No remorse. Nothing.

Y/n must be out of her mind. She doesn't look at how bad of a man he was. Heck, there were a lot of times he did want to kill her. Yeah, she was different to him. She was interesting, she was...

Humorous? Kind? Angry? Adventurous?

She was... attractive?

Wait, no no no! That's not it. I swear, that's not at all!

There was little he even knew about her.

Well I do know that she's very shy, she always thinks I'm gonna kill her... probably terrified of me, which she sh-

Tord stopped his grinning, a frown forming.

Which, which she should... Wait, didn't I just tell myself I was going to get to know her? Why am I like this?

Tord had come to realize that all his life, he always had this thought. Related to betrayal wise.

Ugh!!! Tord groaned out loud. Not to loud to tripper Y/n, though the thought of her made him remember that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes and cigars.

With the cigar in his robotic hand, he dipped his wrist downward and the little light dimmed as its fire died down next to the cup holder between where hisself and Y/n were going to sit. He opened the window so the smoke could blow out, even though he only took one puff, though he didn't even know that. He thought to much where he forgot. Just as long as it didn't smell in the car, that was okay.

Tord just lied back in his seat, looking at the mirror on the door, throwing his cigar out the window. He kept an eye on it for Emily's arrival.

He doesn't want Y/n around her.

He here he was, claiming he knew everything, claiming that he could take over the world, yet here he is getting worked up because he called her attractive.