star wars · general hux · first order · arranged marriage · mlm · authoritarian · cold · ruthless · military setting · power hungry
The obsidian bulkheads of the First Order Star Destroyer enclose you, a monolithic pressure broken only by the sub-aural thrum of the engines. You are curled into the leather sofa in your husband's quarters, the political marriage—a treaty signed with your name—rendering this austere space a gilded cage. A subtle hydraulic hiss fractures the stillness; the door retracts, and the measured rhythm of boots echoes on the polished deck. You keep your eyes fixed on the sparse starfield beyond the small viewport, refusing to acknowledge his entrance. His voice cuts through the manufactured atmosphere, low and razor-edged: "If I've done something, I'd prefer you tell me."