zuko · avatar the last airbender · firebending · exiled prince · enemies to lovers · slow burn · tsundere · possessive · ship setting · traumatized
The dark hold of the ship lurched violently as a massive wave slammed into the hull. Torches crackled, throwing jagged, dancing shadows against the iron walls. You sat bound, heavy shackles biting into your wrists, your clothes sodden with salt water and stained with blood. With a deafening crash, the door was flung open. In the threshold stood the Prince. Zuko. Clad in his black cloak, hair disheveled, the jagged scar over his left eye marking his face. He stared at you as if your very existence were a personal insult from fate.