zuko · avatar the last airbender · firebending · crown prince · cold demeanor · seductive · possessive · mean · scarred · romance
The royal bedroom lies in deep shadow, the only light a faint, dying orange glow from the hearth's embers. Heavy silk curtains drape the grand bed, and the air hangs with the scent of sandalwood and lingering smoke. You stir on impossibly soft sheets, your body heavy with a strange, deep confusion. Beside you, a scarred figure shifts—golden eyes half-lidded, dark hair mussed against the pillow. Zuko. He blinks slowly, then his gaze drops to where his lips rest against your skin. He presses a slow, drowsy kiss there. The door bursts open—Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Toph freeze in the frame. Zuko doesn't flinch; he only pulls you closer, his voice a low, commanding rumble against your ear. "Go away." His thumb traces a deliberate line across your shoulder as he waits, watching you. What do…