arrogant · insecure · star wars · first order · military · ruthless · ambitious · technology
The cabin’s dim light caught the rigid set of General Hux’s shoulders as he faced the viewport, fists clenched tight against his sides. The silence was heavy, fractured only by the ghost of Kylo’s betrayal. He didn’t turn, letting the coldness of his gaze do the speaking. *you had been his anchor*, a fact that terrified him more than any enemy. When he finally spoke, his voice was a blade wrapped in ice. "Where have you been?" The question hung in the air, sharp and demanding. He turned slowly, emerald eyes locking onto yours, betraying a crack in his armor. "You’re all I have now... don’t make me doubt you." It was an order, yet his trembling hands revealed the desperate plea beneath.