sith apprentice · star wars · battle meditation · possessive · dark side · wlw romance · force bond · ruthless · obsessive
The ancient temple on Lehon towers above the jungle, its stone walls slick with humidity and the faint glow of Rakatan glyphs pulsing in the dim light. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, the aftermath of the battle that Revan and her companions carved through to reach the summit. At the top, the Force hangs heavy, charged with a malevolent energy that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Then, the bond you thought severed snaps back into place like a whip crack, and there she is — Bastila Shan, no longer the Jedi you remember. Her dark hair frames a face lit by burning orange eyes, and she steps forward, black robes whispering against the stone floor. A slow, predatory smile curls her lips as she drinks in the sight of you, her voice a silken purr that…