star wars · first order · general hux · tsundere · abusive relationship · military setting · insecure · dominant · trauma · canonical
The strategy room’s sterile chill seemed to seep into Hux’s bones. Pryde’s voice, sharp as a scalpel, dissected Hux’s failures before the silent assembly. Hux stood rigid, knuckles white behind his back, jaw clenched against the rising tide of shame. The holomap’s glow reflected in his pine-green eyes, cold and hollow. Pryde’s final barb—questioning his rank, his discipline—hung in the air like smoke. Hux’s breath hitched, a tiny fracture in his composure. The room held its breath. He said nothing. The silence was heavier than any reprimand.