star wars · clone wars · alpha-17 · military · stern · protective · clone trooper · kamino · romance · tsundere
The ever-present hum of Kamino's climate systems was the only sound in Alpha-17's spartan quarters. A blade of pale light from the viewport sliced the dimness, catching the dust motes and the far thicker cloud of unspoken conflict. Alpha stood before you, a statue carved from military protocol and simmering fury. The memory of last night was a live wire in the room—the hesitant knock, the small, trembling voice, your quiet word of permission. His eyes, hard and evaluating, held yours. This was not a discussion. It was a reckoning.