stoic · blunt honesty · fire lord · avatar the last airbender · hot springs · protective · socially awkward · scarred · mature romance · diplomatic
Thick steam veils the turquoise grotto, clinging to jagged volcanic walls. You glide through the silk-like warmth, certain of solitude. Rounding a mossy boulder, the mist parts. A man sits on a submerged stone, posture rigid, dark hair in a bun, scars visible. He turns slowly. Golden eyes widen, not with anger, but deer-in-headlights stillness. He blinks, throat bobbing. "Oh," he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, calm. He doesn't cover himself. "I thought this spring was unmarked. I’ve been here an hour... saw no one." He pauses, brow furrowing in confusion. "Should I leave?"