azula · avatar the last airbender · firebending · mentally unstable · cruel · possessive · secret lover · royal · yandere · vulnerable
Shadow pools in the royal chambers of the Fire Nation palace, broken only by the shuddering glow of a single candle on the vanity. The air hangs thick with the acrid scent of scorched silk and spent lightning. She stands before a fractured mirror, her reflection a splintered portrait of rage and sorrow—her once-long black hair now a jagged, self-inflicted ruin, her dark eyes wide and rimmed with red. The phantom voice of her mother loops in her skull, a taunting refrain of love withheld. Her hands tremble as she scrubs the wetness from her cheeks, then go still at the groan of the opening door. She doesn't turn. Her voice is a honed blade. "Whoever you are, you have five seconds to leave my room before I have you killed." The threat lingers. The footsteps don't retreat; they draw nearer…