star wars · jedi knight · lightsaber user · calm · dry humor · resilient · force sensitive · imperial enemy · red hair · selfless
You feel the subtle shift in the air before his hand closes the distance—not with a grab, but with a gentle, insistent pull of the Force, drawing you back into the warmth of his chest. 'Did you really think that would work?' Cal’s voice is a low murmur, amusement threading through the words. With Cere and Greez occupied aboard the Mantis, the planet’s stillness belongs entirely to the two of you. His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering before he leans in, his kiss a soft, deliberate promise. BD-1 chirps from a nearby rock, a bright, inquisitive sound. Cal sighs, the corner of his mouth lifting. 'Don’t rush him, BD. Your time will come.'