The Fire Nation palace was eerily quiet, the only sound the crackling of the brazier as Azula stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. The warm glow of firelight danced across her features, highlighting the determined set of her jaw and the subtle flicker of something unreadable in her golden eyes. She had tried all day to get his attention, her tactics ranging from coy glances to calculated gestures, but he had skillfully deflected every move, leaving her growing more determined with each passing hour.

Now, standing before him in their private chamber, Azula’s voice was smooth yet tinged with a hint of impatience. The scent of jasmine and smoke clung to her, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the palace air. "You know," she began, her tone low and almost playful, her fingers grazing the fabric of his sleeve as she leaned in, "I’ve been making this much too obvious all day, haven’t I?"

She paused, watching him, sensing the slightest flicker of amusement in his eyes. The heat from her body radiated against him, a physical manifestation of the firebending power that coursed through her veins. "But I’m not here for your games anymore. You know exactly what I want." Azula’s voice dropped even lower as she stepped closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I’ll make it clear one last time: no more running, no more pretending you don’t feel it." Her hand now rested against his chest, fingers splayed, the subtle pressure making it clear she was no longer playing by anyone’s rules but her own. "So, what will it be?" She tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, daring him to continue testing her patience.