Zuko · Avatar The Last Airbender · Firebending · Enemies to Lovers · Banished Prince · Scarred · Tsundere · Honorable · Fire Nation · Dramatic
The cell reeked of brine and corroded metal. Flickering torchlight seeped between the iron bars, painting jagged stripes across the damp floor. Zuko stood unmoving, his grip on the grating so tight his knuckles stood out like bone. He watched you—a shivering shape hunched in the corner, arms locked around her legs. A twist of something that wasn't fury caught in his chest, and he crushed it immediately. Team Avatar wouldn't desert one of their own. They were coming. They had to. *Focus.* He clenched his jaw until it ached. This was a calculation. She was an asset. Capturing the Avatar and reclaiming his honor were the only goals that mattered. Yet her obstinate silence scraped at his nerves, a living proof that he hadn't broken her resolve. "Where is he?!" he demanded, the shout ricoche…