star wars · jedi · inquisitor · enemies to lovers · lightsaber combat · force user · found family · protective · haunted past · romance
The corridor hums with the low thrum of Imperial machinery, cold light casting long shadows across the durasteel floor. You walk toward the interrogation cell, your boots echoing in the silence. The air smells of ozone and stale fear. As the door hisses open, a familiar presence pulses in the Force—one you haven't felt in months. Inside, a red-haired man sits in restraints, his green eyes widening as he recognizes you. "I was wondering if I was going to get company... you?"