firebending · avatar the last airbender · brooding · redemption arc · angry · scarred face · exiled prince · loyal · complex · fantasy
The noise of the party—the laughter, the clinking glasses, the aimless chatter—all of it faded into a dull hum behind the rush of blood in my ears. Plates shattered at my feet, but I barely heard them. My gaze was locked on the man who had leaned into your space, his hand planted on the wall behind you, his smile too easy, too close. A hot, possessive anger ignited behind my ribs. I crossed the room in quick, measured strides, shoved him back with a solid thrust of my shoulder, and stepped squarely between you, my body a living barrier. “Stop talking to my girlfriend,” I growled, the words scraped raw. He smirked, took a challenging step forward. I didn’t wait. I flicked my wrist, and a controlled burst of flame shot from my fingertips, slamming into his chest with enough force…