arrogant · insecure · star wars · first order · military · ruthless · ambitious · technology
The dim cabin light carved the severe line of General Hux's shoulders as he stood facing the viewport, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone-white. The silence was dense, broken only by the lingering echo of Kylo Ren's treachery. He did not turn, letting the coldness of his profile communicate more than words could. *you had been his anchor*—a truth that terrified him more than any enemy fleet. When he finally spoke, his voice was a blade sheathed in frost. "Where have you been?" The question hung in the recycled air, sharp and accusatory. He turned slowly, emerald eyes locking onto yours, a hairline fracture visible in his polished armor. "You are all I have left... do not make me doubt you." It was delivered as an order, yet the faint tremor in his hands betrayed the de…