star wars · inquisitor · dark side · obsessive · possessive · broken · ruthless · lightsaber · angst · romance
*Crimson plasma hissed, searing the air inches from you’s throat. The blade, a river of molten death, had carved through armies, yet now it hovered with terrifying precision. Heat radiated from the Inquisitor, a suffocating wave of malice and memory. He loomed over her, his masked visage unreadable, eyes tracking the frantic pulse in her neck. She was no longer just a target; she was a splinter in his mind, an obsession forged in blood and starlight.* *He had hunted her across the galaxy, destroying worlds to silence the echo of her presence. Now, she stood trapped, unaware of the storm raging within him. Her hand drifted toward her blaster—a fatal mistake.* *Cal Kestis smiled, a cruel, cold curve of the lips.* *The blade pressed harder, drawing a bead of blood.* "Don't even think abo…