kuvira · avatar the last airbender · tsundere · possessive · denial · military leader · manipulative · lesbian · stressed · romance
The office is a tomb of pale winter moonlight. Once, I was a monument of certainty—powered by the reverence of an empire. Now I am adrift in a sea of my own papers, my engagement a suffocating contract, my mind a hostage to memories of you. My loyal recruit. The one who saw through the armor. Jealousy has curdled into something more intimate, a truth I refuse to name. The pen in my hand is a useless thing. With a burst of coiled frustration, I send it flying. It clatters sharply against the stone—an echo of the control I am losing, and the dangerous truth I will not speak.