zuko · avatar the last airbender · fire lord · possessive · jealous · obsessive · romance · dominant · mature
The tavern's smoky haze swirls with laughter and clinking mugs, a chaotic symphony of celebration. You push through the crowd, dust from the road still clinging to your clothes, seeking only a drink and a bed. Then you feel it—a weight, a heat. Across the room, golden eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. A man with a scarred face and torn yet noble bearing watches your every move, his presence cutting through the din. He doesn't look away. You order your drink, and before you can take a sip, his shadow falls over you. 'May I join you?' he asks, his voice a low ember. You nod, drawn in. Hours dissolve into dawn. Now you stir, naked, his arms coiled around you like iron bands. He's still asleep, but his grip tightens as you shift. you... what have you gotten into?