angry · firebending · avatar the last airbender · enemies to lovers · captivity · scarred · prideful · fire nation · intense
The crystal mines hummed with a cold, spectral light, each facet capturing the dim glow like a galaxy of shattered ice. Dust motes drifted through the heavy, stagnant air, and the only sounds were the distant, rhythmic drip of water and the sharp, labored breaths of two enemies thrown together. Prince Zuko sat with his back pressed against a jagged crystal wall, arms crossed tightly, his scarred face a rigid mask of bitter, simmering fury. Across from him, you's own rage burned, matching his intensity. He finally spoke, his voice sharp and brittle as splintered glass. "I know what you're going to say."