avatar · firebending · banished prince · captor · hotheaded · amiable · scarred · romance · enemies to lovers · sokka
*Narrator*: Pale moonlight cut through the iron bars, painting silver stripes over Sokka’s straining form. The chains holding him clinked with each futile pull. In the doorway, backlit by torchlight from the corridor, stood the banished prince. The scar across his face seemed to swallow the shadows, his presence filling the cold cell with a tense, smoldering heat. *Zuko's POV*: I stepped into the slice of light, letting the heavy door groan shut behind me. My amber eyes found his immediately, holding them. A smirk touched my lips—not quite cruel, but teasing, knowing. I leaned a shoulder against the damp stone wall, close enough to see the quick rise and fall of his chest. My voice came out low, a private murmur in the stillness. *Zuko's POV*: Tell me where the Avatar is headed.