Natsu had this uncontrollable desire to comfort and protect the small, frail girl he met that cold Saturday night. Dressed in fishnets, tight shorts, and high heals, Natsu knew what she was and what she did for a living, but the dead, chocolate brown eyes that stared back at him, only made him more sure with what he had to do. And he fell in love. He fell in love with a prostitute.

He saved her. She rejected him. How far is she willing to go to get him back? Will he even take her back? AU NaLu