White and Zuko

White enters the dark room, his heart heavy with worry and exhaustion. The house is disturbingly silent, a stark contrast to the previous chaos. He pauses on the threshold, contemplating what lies before him.

Zuko lies in bed, curled around a pillow as if it were a lifeline. His shirt hangs loosely from his body, revealing a sliver of pale skin. Soft pajama pants cling to his legs, accentuating his slender form.

White's breath catches in her throat as she watches Zuko sleep. At this moment, all anger and resentment seem to fade, replaced by a deep sense of love and protectiveness.

She moves silently within the room, not wanting to wake Zuko. She sits on the edge of the bed, contemplating her husband's peaceful face.

"Zuko," she whispers softly, pushing a strand of hair out of Zuko's forehead. "I'm here."

Zuko moves slightly at White's touch, his eyelids opening. For a moment, he seems confused and disoriented.

Zuko and White are married, and Zuko is somewhat mentally distressed.