"What's your name?" Korra says, sitting down in the chair opposite his. "Mako," he says simply, refusing to elaborate. He continues smoking as he looks across the room, his target slipping away into the night. Shit, he thinks. "Yours?" he says, taking a sip of whiskey, his objective compromised for the night. Dangerous woman, he thinks. "noir" AU. written for makorra week 2
Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,537 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 3 - Published: 7/23/2012 - Korra, Mako - Complete