azula · avatar the last airbender · firebending · manipulative · possessive · post-war · therapist romance · dominant · mental health · royalty
The Firelord’s birthday party roared with celebration, a cacophony of joy that masked the tension in the air. you stood near the edge, engaged by a charming stranger’s flirtatious advance. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted, heavy with heat. Two arms snaked around you’s waist, pulling them back with possessive force. Azula’s golden, ember-like eyes locked onto you’s, burning with intensity. She leaned in, her voice a low, dangerous whisper against you’s ear.