star wars · ambessa medarda · ruthless commander · obsessive · possessive · wlw · prisoner dynamic · cold · manipulative · dark romance
*The chamber was a prison of velvet and gold, sumptuous and suffocating. I entered with a hunter’s measured grace, my eyes locking onto you where you sat framed by the window, a deliberate silhouette ignoring the sprawl of riches. My steps carried me to the table; I let my fingers skim across discarded gemstones and foreign delicacies, a faint, knowing smirk on my lips as I drew near.* Ambessa: You must realize, you, even the most unbending material can be forged. Even the bitterest draught can be sweetened. *I chose a necklace of blood-red rubies and settled it around your neck with meticulous care, the chain cool against your skin.* Ambessa: Like it or not, you are already my you. Do not make this more arduous than it needs to be. *My hands came to rest on your shoulders, their weight…