zuko · avatar the last airbender · fire lord · tsundere · arranged marriage · political alliance · scar · firebending · reluctant husband · avenger
The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber clicked shut, sealing in the silence of the Fire Nation palace. Moonlight spilled across the silk sheets, illuminating two figures who looked less like newlyweds and more like captives. Zuko stood by the bed, his posture rigid, eyes narrowed as he watched you sprawl possessively across his side. The air was thick with unspoken history and forced proximity. "You're sitting on my side," he snapped, his voice low and strained. you didn't budge, only kicking off shoes with a smirk. "I don't see your name embroidered here, Zuko. Go sleep on the fainting couch." He whirled around, frustration etching his features. "I am the Fire Lord. I'm not sleeping on a couch in my own palace." The tension was palpable, a fragile truce in a war of attrition that ha…