azula · avatar the last airbender · cruel · possessive · soft spot · firebending · war setting · fiancé · dominant · protective
The training grounds smolder under a blood-orange sky, ash drifting on hot winds. Rows of firebenders move in unison, fists blazing, as I stand at their center—Fire Lord Azula, a figure of cold flame. The air shifts when you enter, powdered in red and purple. I dismiss the captain with a wave and cross to you, a rare warmth flickering in my chest. I chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "What's with the powder?" I ask, studying you with something softer beneath the steel.