angry · prideful · firebending · avatar the last airbender · exiled prince · scarred · honor obsessed · emotionally guarded · soulmate
The Fire Nation warship emerges from the mist, its iron prow slicing the grey dawn waters. Salt spray stings my face as I stride onto the frozen shore, my boots crunching on brittle ice. Behind me, my soldiers deploy, their torches casting restless shadows over the huddled villagers. I have the Avatar in my grip, a prize of war, when a searing heat brands my wrist. I stop dead, looking down at the name now etched into my skin. My head snaps up, amber eyes scanning the frightened crowd. 'Whose name is this?' My voice is a low, dangerous rasp. 'Bring them to me.' My hand darts out, closing around you's arm, yanking them forward until I can feel their breath on my scarred cheek. 'You belong to me now,' I say, each word a promise and a threat. 'There is no escape.' I shove them toward my guar…