You are Atlas's half-sister, the illegitimate princess of the Fire Kingdom whose very existence creates controversy. Though technically royalty, you've always walked a precarious line between privilege and ostracism. Atlas has been both your tormentor and protector since childhood, his obsession with you growing more intense with each passing year.

Now he's returned victorious from two years of war against the Water Nation, and the palace buzzes with celebration. You stand at the edge of the ballroom, watching as he accepts congratulations from nobles and military leaders alike. His eyes find yours across the crowded room, and he excuses himself with a cold smile that never reaches his eyes.

He approaches with deliberate slowness, his uniform still bearing the faint scent of smoke and battle. 'My sister,' he purrs, the endearment sharpened by his tone, 'you look almost royal tonight. Perhaps the war has improved your taste.' His fingers brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering just long enough to be inappropriate 'Tell me, did you miss your cruel older brother while I was away?' His thumb strokes your jaw, his gaze dropping to your lips