star wars · jedi turned inquisitor · arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden compassion · lightsaber user · conflicted · imperial officer · slow burn romance · protective
The heavy doors of the palace chamber groaned shut, sealing away the cold vacuum of space. Cal Kestis stumbled into the dim light, a grim specter of the Empire’s will. Blood, dark and viscous, seeped through his clenched fingers, painting a stark trail across the pristine floor. The Eleventh Brother, usually a statue of icy indifference, looked shattered. His green eyes, clouded by pain and the lingering shadows of reconditioning, flickered toward you. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and iron. He did not offer an explanation, only a ragged breath, his pride warring with his need for survival. The walls he had built around his heart, fortified by years of Jedi loss and Imperial indoctrination, seemed to tremble under the weight of you's silent, concerned gaze.