For better or for worse °adult!crime boss! Zuko x fem!spy reader°
Summary: AVTR sent you to complete your mission with one simple task. Kill zuko, leader of F1R3. But things are not what they seem, and zuko is just so handsome.
Warnings: tension. Enemies to acquaintances to lovers (part 2 coming soon) zuko is hot and powerful. Talk of blood and gore and graphic death. Some inaccurate representations of spies i guess??. They barely have time for be enemies because she falls for him very quickly. The writing is lowkey so ass, spelling mistakes.
The agency of AVTR was the only company who had access to one of the best spies in the world, you. You had started working for them about four years ago, and in that time you'd managed to destroy multiple E4RTH warehouses and F1R3 ships. Taking down every son of bitch that threatened you with unshakable grace and skill.
Your allies, WA73R and A1R, had spies that assisted you on most of your missions. Agent Katara, Agent Sokka and Grandmaster spy Aang, who was something of a myth around the spy world. Whenever your agency needed you to infiltrate a particularly difficult situation, they called them for backup.
But this time, they wanted you to do one entirely on your own. Your leader, Masuri, was not showing an ounce of joking around with you. She sat back in her chair and as she went over the rules of this mission they assigned you to, you suddenly stopped her in her speech.
"Im sorry, i need to take a step back and just hope your not completely crazy" You shake your head.
Masuri grumbles. "I am not crazy, ___, you will do this for us. And in return we will grant you the title of grandmaster"
Your face bleeds into shock, your mouth agape as you fully comprehend what your being told.
"But, Grandmaster Aang is the only one in the world with that title..." you replied cautiously.
Masuri nods with a rather sinister smile. "Indeed. Which is why it will be a great honour for you and our company"
You look at the black tiled floor, your shining black heels blend into their surroundings, but you can see your face in their warped reflection.
"You want me to go undercover and infiltrate Zuko's ring" you stated. "Why me?"
Masuri hums and flicks through some of her loose papers.
"Zuko has been running some schemes for a long time that have threatened our organisation and since you have been categorised as a glamour in our documents" she says. "You are perfect"
Your brows furrow. "A glamour?"
"Your youthful looks can get you in anywhere with a little bit of charm. Therefore you are perfect for this job" she states.
As if its not the most sour thing she's ever said to you. As if your credentials didn't stop this building from falling into ruin after you negotiated a deal with a rogue E4RTH operative.
"I am a highly trained professional ma'am, should i be classed somewhere else?" You offer your opinion, though it is quickly shut down.
"You will leave tonight, our car will take you to the docks where you will travel undercover by a F1RE ship as an operative delivering a message from A1R"
Masuri's explanation doesn't make you feel any better, the thought of travelling with all of those ruthless people made you feel uneasy. But you were trained for this and there was nothing that scared you anymore.
"Do we have a deal?" She hold out her hand.
You nod and shake it. Masuri grins slyly. "Good, Sen will take you to recieve your costume and brand new identity. Do not let us down agent, the fate of our company is in your palm"
----
The unnervingly realistic blonde wig feels like your own hair. The stylist and cover up team at the agency was one hell of a working group. You felt like a brand new person.
As you made your way to the docks, you were feeling nervous about the mission. Your friend inside WAT3R, Master of operations, Yue, was on the other end of your call as she offered you the best advice she could.
"How long will i be in here for?" You asked her, your hands shaking.
Yue sighs and blows a raspberry on the other end. "I really don't know ___, but you need to be as careful and meticulous as you can be"
"How long were you inside E4RTH?" You asked.
"About 8 months, maybe longer. Once those documents got leaked, it was hard to stay on track" she says. "But you will be fine"
"Zuko is so terrifying yue, even aang would admit that. He could take one look at me and shoot me between the eyes"
Yue is silent for a moment on the other end.
"Maybe" she says bluntly. "But what if he doesn't? You will be the first agent in history to successfully infiltrate F1R3"
"Thats a lie. Aang did remember?" You laugh humorlessly.
"But never right in the centre. You cannot compare yourself to him forever girl, he is regarded as virtually indestructible and unstoppable after all"
She scoffs. "Its kind of why he has so many medals and awards"
You shakes your head and rub your temple.
"Look, your going to be fine. Just do not stray off your path, or zuko really will kill you if he suspects anything. And then we're all screwed"
she says with every ounce of seriousness.
You were probably already screwed anyways. As your driver stopped at the edge of the road, you finished your call with Yue and stepped out of the car.
"Its been a pleasure serving you, Agent ___" your driver says grimly before you close the door and he drives off.
Its now entirely on your shoulders. The comms earpiece is a 24 karat diamond earring that sits nicely in your lobe. Modest and out of sight. The heels you walk in are cruelly tall, the arches of your feet bend in ways you didn't even know possible.
A tall bodyguard approaches you and stops you with a large palm.
Time to work your magic.
You slip your designer sunglasses down your nose and flash him a darling gaze that seems to knock him silent.
"State- y-your name" he mutters.
"Kaitori Wure" you say with a charming smile, your glossy lips shining.
You show off you fake badge, but this idiot doesn't know that. He simply lowers his hand and let's you through.
"Welcome aboard Miss Wure"
----
The boat travels fast. There aren't many people from other agencies as far as you can tell. Its mostly F1R3 operatives simply sitting with huge guns in their hands, each one is equipped with a pistol on their thigh holsters. The amount of protection this boat has could class it an iron condom.
"I love your hair"
Someone says beside you. You look to your left to see a woman about the same age as you. She wore a sleek red suit that was made of reinforced silk. A blend only F1R3 had in their grasp and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want a piece of it.
She looked kind enough, with a brown bob that framed her features.
"Uh, thanks i like yours too" You reply, working the magic of your pure white disguise.
Your outfit was so sickeningly snow white that you could've been spotted miles away if it were night.
"Im Ty Lee" she holds her hand out.
You accept it with a gentle handshake. "Kaitori"
"What's an A1R operative doing on ome of our ships?" She asks, curiously.
Shes obviously not suspicious of you, you hate to admit she seemed too kind to be like the others.
"I have a message from Grandmaster Aang for Leader Zuko" you state simply as if its nothing.
Ty Lee laughs and hits her knee. "That's so funny"
You try to play along with it by chuckling nervously.
"Shush, the both of you"
A hulking guard stares down at you from you top of the boat. Ty Lee apologies and you simply gave an apologetic nod.
This was going to be one hell of a mission.
-----
The boat reached the harbour of the capitol city by the time the sun began to set. You were all met with a large army of guards as they rushed and tugged and pulled you all off the ship with no care. Not even for their own agents.
As the F1R3 operatives split off, the only one left was you. You watched cheerful Ty Lee make her way through the crowd of red suits and massive guards, she seemed so out of place.
"You come with us" one of the guards spoke as he grabbed your arm and began to escort you through the town.
It was a massive city. Bigger than any other place you'd been to. And it all belonged to Zuko. Or so known as Lord Zuko to his guards and most of the world. This entire empire was in the iron grip of his fingers. And he would never ever falter to see it fall.
"Here we are" one of the men says.
The grand skyscraper is almost twenty five stories tall. And you had a strong feeling you were going all the way to the top. The elevator was cramped as two of the biggest guards stood on either side of you, the rest of them stay behind and you see them leave just as the doors close.
And now its a long way up.
Every ounce of you wants to kill these bastards but the entire fate of your career relies on not seeming suspicious. And you think that zuko would definitely find it suspicious had you arrived with two dead guards at your hip.
And it suddenly dawns on you as the elevator dings that you actually dont even know what he looks like.
By the time you reach the top floor, the guards instantly push you through the doors and hold you firmly in place as you stare at an empty desk.
Zuko isn't here.
But multiple guards are.
"I guess he is rather busy" you say.
A guard grunts. And just as you make the decision to decide to kill all of them, a hand pulls on your hair, you are tugged backwards by your unreasonably strong wig and falter to your knees.
You can't see the person behind you but they seem to terrify the guards into standing back. You try to get out the grasp that the person has on your hair, a makeshift ponytail firmly in their hand.
"Lord Zuko" one of the guards acknowledges.
And you feel your throat begin to tighten, feeling bile turning in your stomach.
Zuko has you?!
"Who is this?" He asks with a firm tone.
You still cant see him, his grip is so firm that he's just keeping you on your knees right beside him.
"An A1R agent sir" you reply instead. The guards look at you.
"I have a message from, argh, from Grandmaster spy Aang" you groan as zuko's grip becomes unbearably tighter as he forces you to stand.
Its only now as you step away that you finally get a view of the man. He simply stands in a towel and nothing else. His hair is long and wet as it cascades over his shoulders and by his face. Droplets fall onto his fair skin, the ridges of his hard scarred body.
He bares a pair of slender golden brown eyes and a large red and nasty burn scar that covers a large portion, if not the entirety of the right side of his face. He has a feeling around him that is so commanding and powerful you almost feel like you work for him with how intimidating he is.
"An A1R operative?"
And you didn't want to admit it before but his voice is like nothing you have ever heard. Its husky and strong. The voice of someone who commands people all day.
"What does A1R want with me?" He asks gruffly as he folds his muscled arms over his chest.
"It is Aang, as i said" you huff.
Zuko snarls. "You would do well to watch your mouth woman"
You bare your teeth back at him and he simply chuckles, his large hand rubbing at his jaw as his tongue prods at his lips and clicks on his teeth.
You hadn't expected zuko to be grotesquely ugly, but you also hadn't considered the possibility of him being atrociously handsome.
"You will address me by my name. I do have one" you cross your arms now. Almost standing off against the man.
Maybe it was too late now, it seemed your cover had already been blown.
"Mm" zuko hums and grips the band of the towel that hands low on his hips, showing off every single muscle he has.
"A1R operatives are getting more and more on my nerves everyday" he sighs.
"Take her to the dining hall" he turns away to the door.
His back muscles are enough to make you choke on your own saliva.
Your entirely shocked. "Im not eating with you! I came here for a message delivery"
Zuko stops and looks over his shoulder. A sinister smile painted on his face.
"Alright then" he chuckles.
You realise that you have definitely fucked up. And hes going to take you somewhere that you will absolutely wish you'd eaten with him.
"You'll come with me instead"
----
And that's how you found yourself tied to a chair as you watched zuko sign papers from his ebony stone desk. A sleek black pen in his hands as he signed the same signature on everything.
He wears a tight black tee with a black blazer coat over the top and a pair of dark maroon pants with a smooth black leather belt to hold them up, a golden fire symbol as the buckle with leather shoes to match.
His long hair is half done up into a neat bun with the rest down his back.
You had to admit he looked stylish beyond reason. But you were beginning to feel like Masuri set you up for failure, how were you meant to infiltrate the situation if zuko clearly knew you were a spy.
"Is this your version of torture?" You groan. "Cause if so, its working"
Zuko grins as he looks down at his papers.
He doesn't even have any guards in the room to protect him. Which scares you the most, because he obviously doesn't need them. He just has them for decoration.
"Well until you tell me the truth about why your here then this is where you'll stay" zuko says as he signs a paper and then briefly glances up at you.
"I already told you why im here" you grumbled. "Its not my fault you don't believe me"
Zuko's head is now fully up and looking at you as he taps his fingers on the table.
"Tell me, Miss Wure, have you ever seen a dead body?"
The question is entirely out of pocket.
"Uh, well yeah, I have one of the highest kill counts in the world" you shrug
Zuko chuckles and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Oh well that's delightful" he starts "because you'll be one if you don't talk"
The sudden aggression hits you like a wave.
"What do you think I've been doing?" You say back. "If you really wanted some information then you'd fucking listen to me"
Zuko huffs humorlessly the boldness in your voice. You stare him down with a scowl on your face. He stands and moves slowly towards the from of the desk, you catch a heavy whiff of his cologne and you almost cry from how good he smells.
Zuko leans against the front of the desk. His ankles and arms crossed as he watches you for a moment.
"Is this the part where you shoot me?" You ask blankly.
Zuko smiles slightly. "Not yet"
He reaches his foot out and drags you and the chair forward effortlessly until hes standing between your legs, he puts one of his polished boots on the space between your legs, using the chair as a stool of sorts.
"Why do you want me to kill you so much?"
You look around the room with as much judgement as you can. "Well your not exactly known for your hot tea and biscuits"
Zuko looks around at all the weapons he has lining his office, trophies of jewellery, badges, even some awards. Souvenirs of all his success. And by god, theres a lot.
"I suppose" he grins, then looks back down at you with a disapproving look.
"Are you prepared to be spend the entire night here tied to a chair or are you going to tell me the truth?"
You look down at the ground. Its only fair you tell him the truth in risk of your own life, After all what else are you meant to do with him staring down at you from such an angle where you can see the pistol in his harness under his blazer.
"Okay fine. I'll talk" you say. "But i want clothes and food"
Zuko hums and kicks you away with his foot, the chair falls and you land with a heavy thud onto the solid ground, the wood of the chair slams agsinst your skin.
"Agh!" You groan.
Zuko appears in your view, he crouches down inches from your head. Its almost crude how close his crotch his to your face. But your ignore it and continue straining against the ropes.
"Remember, if you lie to me, i will pin you on this wall my self" he says.
Although its meant to be a threat, it feels more intimate than you think he meant it to be.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" You tease.
Zuko doesn't show any emotion.
He lifts the chair back upright and begins to cut the ropes. Your wrists are red and raw, your shoulders ache but you are in heaven once you stretch them.
"Food will be brought to you momentarily" he says.
A guard steps into the room.
"Qin will show you to your room" zuko says before you are dragged away.
----
The room is rather comfortable for a cell. He'd called it a room, but it locked from the outside. So it was a cell. The bed was big enough, the decor was adequate, but the view was what had you taken aback.
It was sparkling and hazy out there. The night time skyline was breathtaking on the mainland, but out here in Zuko's territory, it was devastatingly beautiful. Everything was dark and smooth and sleek.
If you really thought about it, you felt like you were in a hotel more than a prisoner. The clink of a tray rings in the room, the food is slipped through a hatch in the door. It begins to smell aromatic and spicy in the air.
You accept the food from the hatch and it closes it immediately. You dont see who brings it to you but you dont want to deny that it looks damn good.
The hatch opens a second time and this time its a neatly folded pile of fabrics. You put your food down on the bedside table and accepted the fabrics. The hatch closes again and this time it doesnt reopen.
You look through the clothing. Zuko had given you a red jumpsuit made of fine cotton and a black t shirt you could wear underneath if you wished. It was clear he put some kind of thought into it, except for that you wouldn't ever dream of wearing red and representing him.
You had other clothing. But it was all a show for him, to show him how trusting you are and to test how trusting he can be.
Apparently, quite. Surprisingly.
As you eat away the spiced meat dish, a cacophony of screams and groans echoes through out the floor followed by a few loud bangs and snaps and then nothing.
You assumed it was just zuko dealing with some captives.
As you put the empty dish aside and got comfortable as could be in the bed, you tapped your comms and connected to Masuri.
"Are you there?" You ask quietly.
"Agent ____, your report has been long awaited" Masuri's voice is stern.
"Apologies ma'am, I had run into some issues. None to jeopardise this mission I should confirm" you explain.
"Zuko doesn't suspect a thing" you say, lying to keep her level-headed.
Masuri hums in your ear. "Good. Keep it that way. Remember agent, you are there to kill him, not to become his whore, keep on task"
And then the comms cuts out purposely.
As you lie in bed thinking about what your boss just said to you, it dawns on you that she truly doesnt think much of you nor does she believe you will make it another week.
Reality sets in that zuko might be the only person you can make believe in you. With some convincing.
----
Morning came. The second day of the infiltration. The reality of you being in the territory of Zuko only hits you when you feel the silk sheets beneath you.
You yawn and rub your eyes as you flip on your side to grab your comms piece, putting it back in your earlobe. Its about eight in the morning. The sun is bright over the city, the city zuko owns.
It hadn't been clear to you then, but it was clear now just how far in you may already be. It could be months before you see any one of your friends again.
You sigh and get changed into the outfit zuko prepared for you. The jumpsuit is comfortable and the shirt is pretty snug. You brush through your wig as if it were your real hair and tie it up before you lace uo your boots.
A rattle at the door perks your interest. Opening the door reveals zuko, hes got a fitted red top on with some black sporty shorts. His long hair is tied up all the way. Red bands wrap around his wrists.
"Morning" he grins as he leans against the door.
"You look prepared for an UFC match" you comment blankly, not wanting him to see how flustered he made you.
"Your sparring with me today" he states as if it was already decided.
You look at him with raised brows. "If we fight i will end up killing you"
Zuko cracks his neck. "Then I guess you have nothing to worry about huh?"
His tone is almost condescending. He gestures you over with a flick of his head.
"You still owe me an explanation so dont try and think your getting out of this" he says as you walk to the door.
He watches you every step of the way.
As you and zuko walk down the hallway, you feel his eyes gazing over you even though his beside you. The hallway is long, filled with portraits and pictures of likely people from Zuko's bloodline. You recognised one as being his father, a man you only ever knew as The phoenix.
A very powerful man who brought great devastation on your company when he killed 80 percent of its operatives almost 40 years ago during a raid on his compound. AVTR never forgot about the massacre and neither did you, even if it happened long before your time.
Zuko leads you into a room filled with training equipment. Boxing bags, stand up dummy's, a bench press with weights bigger than your head. He brings you to a flat area lined with sparring mats and begins to ready himself by wrapping some tape around his knuckles.
He offers you some but you decline as you take your shoes off. Zuko looks surprised but not offended, more like impressed. Hes never met someone who doesnt use tape.
"Im at a bit of an unfair advantage dont you think? Im in this long baggy jumpsuit and you're in that" you gesture to all of him.
"I thought you said you would kill me?" He grins. "Shouldn't matter what you wear right?"
You stare him down and nod. "I suppose"
Both you and zuko prepared your stances. His scarred face is difficult to look away from. He sees how much he scares you even if you don't want to admit it.
You make the first move. Stepping forward and bringing your arm down, zuko grabs it and twists you around, pinning it behind your back. He lets you go and you move again, this time using your legs.
"So are you gonna give me an explanation?" he asks you
Each kick you send his way he deflects with his powerful forearms. You groan and keep pushing forward, zuko is moving rapidly, you barely have time to appreciate how good your actually doing before he manages to get you pinned under his knee to the ground stomach first.
"I escaped A1R. I'm being hunted by AVTR and I want to find a new ally to trust"
The words that come from your mouth are utter bullshit.
"Oh you know I dont believe that for a second" he replies through his gritted teeth.
"Then live your life in the dark"
You huff and he steps off you. You roll over and grab his ankles as he walks away, pulling him back and onto his stomach, you then kneel and twist him over, putting you knee at his hip and your arm at his throat.
Zuko stares at you with a charming gleam in his eye as he pants.
"You fight well" he says as he shoves you off of him.
The two of you stand up and take a few deep breaths. Zuko has his hands on his hips, his chest rising up and down. God he was fit. Actually one of, if not the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.
"Who taught you how to fight?" You ask. "Your very fucking fast"
Zuko's face goes slightly blank despite the compliment. "My father" he says with a rather pissed off sniffle.
"Kind of shit i guess" he shrugs. "What about you?"
"My sister" you state. "She used to work through the nights just beating the boxing bag til it was just a hanging rock"
Zuko listens to you curiously. "Anyways she uh, she died a long time ago"
His face suddenly shifts. "Oh, I uh, im sorry"
You nod appreciative of his condolences.
If only he knew you worked for the people that killed his father. A sudden wave of guilt washes over you and you mask it with a laugh.
"Anyways, I uh, I gotta bath. It was nice to beat you" you say.
Zuko grins at you. "Next time ill go easy on you"
"And for whats its worth Kaitori, I do believe you" he says honestly.
You give him the most thankful fake smile you can.
As you walk down the hallway, one of you greatest fears lingers in the back of your mind. It makes you dizzy thinking him telling you things about himself and you making up a dead sister story just to get some fucking friction taken away.
Its true.
You actually could develop a connection with the man you were sent here to kill.
Maybe that was the entire point of this whole thing. You were never just here for an assassination and extraction. It was always about cozying up to zuko and becoming his perfect little woman. The perfect decoy so that people could destroy everything he built.
Why did you care so much? A few cut ropes, some sparring with trauma bonding and suddenly he was...what?...someone you felt sorry for?
Fuck.
----
Even if you were a prisoner technically, you wouldn't trade a single thing for the feeling you had in this bathtub. It was polished granite, and deep so that you could be fully submerged. The water was hot, and you'd used some lavender and lemon salt you found in the drawer.
If it was zuko's...then good for him, cause this stuff smells amazing.
You thought about the Grandmaster rank. How delicious it was going to feel to wear it alongside Aang. The glory, the fame. People chanting for you and calling you a legend. You'd finally earn your place properly in the spy world after taking down the ruthless crime boss Zuko.
You thought..as you sat...in his bath...using his salts...about to put on clothes he gave you. You groaned and put the heels of your palms against your eyes.
"Stop it stop it" you muttered. "Hes not hot hes not hot hes not-"
Okay yeah, he was hot. You lowered yourself further into the water, it calmed just below your chin. Why did this have to happen to you?
All your life you were trained to be apathetic and ruthless. A brutal warrior with the grace of a gentle breeze. But you'd been forced into a light exhale following a measly few days in zukos home. You were pathetic.
You let the water take you over as you dunked your head under.
---
As you exit the bathroom in a comfortable black outfit zuko had sent you, you suddenly saw a commotion outside your door.
Rushing over proved to be the worst mistake of your life when you saw what they were looking at, bloody marks on the door of your room, and a trail of...well, flesh, teeth and then the cherry on top was one of zuko's guards dead and gutted on your bed, sprawled.
Immediately you shrieked, blood and death never bothered you but this had been an execution. A tall suited man charges at you and grabs you by the collar, immediately you start kicking him away.
"You!" He spits "you did this!"
You shove the man off you with a grunt. "I didn't do anything!"
Zuko puts his arm out to stop the man from attacking you again. He doesn't stop you. As zuko sends the older man away, you can't help but feel sick once your mind comes back to the bigger picture.
"Zuko?" Your voice is quiet but deadly. "Who did this?"
The brunette let's out an animalistic noise. "I dont know"
He stands and turns to you. "I know it wasn't you, i know where you were"
He reassures you, you nod thankfully but it doesn't change the fact that someone is indeed dead on your bed, and a guard at that.
"I hate to say it but it could've been anyone. You have a lot of enemies zuko"
He grumbles. "I know, but none of this capability. Well..."
He trails off as he leans down at some footprints in the blood splatters. "Maybe one"
Whatever he sees in the prints, you don't. Something about them irks him, maybe they are familiar enough that he could leave now and return with the head of the assailant.
"Looks like a high heel print" you mutter.
Zuko nods and stands back up. "You will stay in my room until this issue is resolved"
He says it as if it wasn't even in question. Before you can protest, zuko lifts the heavy man off your bed. Covering himself in scum and blood and...nasty shit really.
He leaves down the hallway carrying the man and his guards follow behind, leaving you alone in the gruesome scene. You instantly leave and turn down the hall, trying to find anywhere or somewhere else to go.
Eventually you bump into someone. You haven't seen him around before but he's absolutely striking. He has short black hair, and a nice sharp face with pale blue eyes. He wears the same uniform as the other guards.
"My apologies" you muttered.
The man smiles and waves his hand about. "No sweat"
And then he just leaves down the hallway. And your left wondering who the hell he is. You eventually find what you can only assume is zuko's bedroom once you make it to the far end of the floor.
It boasts a lavish black and red bed, bigger and grander than anyone really needs to be honest. It has minimal decor spare for a few pictures and some plants. A large bookcase lines the back wall. Its filled with all kinds of books. Some older some brand new.
The room feels very zuko even if you didn't know him that well. You sit and slump against the bed post, catching your breath. So much has happened so quickly, you haven't had time to comprehend the fact that your actually crying on the floor of your enemy's bedroom atop his massive skyscraper.
"I need to go home" you mutter quietly to yourself. "I should've just said no to this fucking job"
But all of that fades away when zuko bursts through the door holding a massive gun in his hand. He seems to have been stripped of the scum that was on him. But you have no time to pay attention to it before he scoops you up and drags you into his closet, pulling it shut tight behind you both.
The space is cramped and narrow. Zuko has his hand covering your mouth from behind as he holds you against him tightly so that you don't move an inch.
The hard buckles of his harness and his belt dig into your lower back. You can hear him breathing down your neck, a faint growl present in some breaths he takes. His pistol is pressed against your shoulder and aimed at the door, as if your bones are a stand.
"Do not make any noise" he says, barely above a whisper.
You try not to think about how you can absolutely feel his cock against your ass. And by the pacing of his breathing, it appears he is too. You have little time to catch a breath before the closet doors swing open and zuko instantly shoots the assailant between the eyes.
He falls to the floor with a loud thud. Your ears ring out for a moment before your able to stabilise yourself on the wall.
The male is an older spy. And you wouldn't be concerned if it hadn't have been for the AVTR badge on his jacket.
Your eyes go wide as you spot it. You try to remain neutral as zuko steps out of the closet to examine the man.
"What the hell happened out there?" You ask him.
Zuko shakes his head. "A few rogues in the docks but we caught them. Im not sure what they were after but they were all AVTR"
He sighs. "I lost some of my men"
Your face softens with upset. Cautiously you put your hand on his own. "Im sorry"
Zuko pulls away from you almost instantly and clears his throat.
"I'll deal with him later" he says. "In the meantime i want you to stay in here until i get back"
"Wha- your not in control of me now!" You exclaim.
In the blink of an eye, zuko has you pinned between his arms against the wall. Both of his strong arms at either side of your head.
"Listen to me, Kaitori, because im only ever going to say this once" his voice is stern.
"I know why your here and I know these people are after you. I know your here for Masuri's dirty work. And im here to tell you that i don't give a single fuck"
You are frozen.
"I don't care who you used to be, I only care about the woman you are while your under my roof. So stay alive for me okay?"
Zuko kisses the top of your head and leaves the room in a hurry.
You slide down the wall, your hand instinctively goes to your ear.
The comms piece is gone
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Part 2 coming soon. I hope y'all enjoy this.
