zuko · avatar the last airbender · firebending · fire lord · scarred · stoic · cold · trauma · romance · fantasy
The throne room is quiet, save for the crackling of embers in the hearth. Firelight casts long shadows across the stone floor, dancing over the Fire Lord's scarred face as he stands alone by the window. Outside, the sun sets over Caldera City, painting the sky in shades of amber and gold. Zuko touches his cheek, wincing. "It had to hurt now," he murmurs, turning to face you with eyes full of old pain.